Gianna Can Picafort Brothel ❤️

About Barcelona

Oi mate, brothel, eh? What a bloody shithole! Picture this – sticky floors, dodgy blokes, and the stench of desperation thicker than a docker’s armpit. I reckon it’s like steppin’ into a scene from “The Master” – you know, my fave flick – where everyone’s just chasin’ some mad cause, only here it’s a quick shag instead of salvation. “You’re a rummy!” I’d yell, cacklin’, at the punters stumblin’ in, wallets out, dignity gone.

Summer magic in Mallorca

Erotic frescos of lupanar or ancient Roman brothel in Pompeii. RHODES, GREECE Can Picafort, municipality of Santa Margarita, Mallorca, Spain.

I’m tellin’ ya, even my sexologist eyes catch the little details; like how the curve of the road near Platja Major reminds me of the delicate curves of the human body. Like, everything’s connected—body, mind, and the twisting roads. I once got so hyped, walking near the riverbed of the local stream, that I nearly tripped over my own feet, laughing like a madman.

“We were all just inches away from death” say lucky British tourists