Julia Pompeu Whore ❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

The Brothels of Pompeii

In ancient Lazio, the goddess Lupa was revered, and the priestesses practiced sacred prostitution near her temple, financing the temple by offering themselves for payment to the faithful. These .

You got quirky corners up every street. Wow, Pompeu's a treasure chest, a medley of relief and vibrant madness. Always somethin' to smile or get riled about. Dude, I’m off to savor the sunset on a rickety bridge – y’all come visit and soak it all in. Git-r-done, buddy!

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