A heart breaking story about
child prostitution .

Homeless, destitute with nothing more then a backpack and cigarettes
down the rabbit hole she went, no linen tablecloths just stricken wood,
in a house of ill repute;.
She could not refuse the hunkering of a horny man who lived by threats
so she counted her bills and tucked them in her brassiere with a tear
She cringed when glass was smashed and grinded her teeth when was cold
it was a bordello made surreal by alcohol mellowed Johns who were so... old
A bawdy crib, (bagnio del innocente) bath for the innocent...
a knocking shop that foiled the linen gave shiners to young girls but no one cared
in this disorderely place, where the stew was watered down with whiskey float
Then came the raid that brought everything to a halt,
in a gestalt moment she found freedom, perhaps her prayers were answered?
Down to the river she went to for a bath and a rest,
it was then that she remembered her first time, it was incest *
The caged wild bird had no other place to hide but in this fortress
she slept for days on the grass beside a great big boulder, ,
all the wild animals in the forest thought she was a Princess.
They let her sleep, and fed her pine nuts from the trees. Until this day,
Gianna never mentioned the brothel to anyone, no even herself.