Katherine Neapoli Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Athens

Look, brothel’s a messy biz. I dig it, tho—freedom, cash, raw deals. Reminds me of “The Assassin”—silent moves, hidden blades, dirty secrets. Nie Yinniang’d fit right in, slippin’ thru shadows, takin’ names. Cold game, like me runnin’ shit—calulated, no fucks given. You got girls, power, an’ clients who think they’re kings. Hilarious, right? Fat oligarchs pantin’, droolin’—pathetic.

Doors open for the old brothels. The libidinal Naples of 30’s

The Lupanar is the ruined building of an ancient Roman brothel in the city of Pompeii. It is of particular interest for the erotic paintings on its walls, and is also known as the Lupanare .

So, I get to my first job at this café on Agios Nikolaos Street. The owner, this old dude named Stavros, is all like, “Make it work, or I’ll throw you out!” No pressure, right? I’m sweating bullets. I start setting up this radio system, and it’s a mess. Wires everywhere, and I’m like, “Why do I even do this?”

A Roman altar on Mount Gerizim: Rediscovering a civic icon on tetradrachms of Neapolis (Samaria)