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Alright, so escort, huh? I’m picturing it now—some schmuck in a cheap suit, leaning on a car, thinking he’s hot shit. Reminds me of *Memento*—y’know, "I can’t remember to forget you." Escorts, man, they’re like that tattooed mess of a life—everybody lies, specially them. I bet half the time they’re telling sob stories to johns, “Oh, I’m just payin’ for college,” while pocketing cash for a new vape. Sarcasm’s my shield, so lemme tell ya—escort’s a gig where truth’s optional.

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The Lupanar of Pompeii, a Roman brothel preserved impeccably after Mount Vesuvius' eruption in 79 AD, provides a rare insight into ancient Pompeii's sex trade.

First off, I hit up Via dell’Abbondanza. Classic street, right? It’s like the main drag of Pompei. I’m just strollin’, mindin’ my own biz, when BAM! A stray dog runs past me, like it’s in the Olympics or somethin’. I swear, that pup was faster than my morning coffee kickin’ in. I laugh, but then I trip over a stone. Classic me.

Pompeii, excavations in Regio IX bring to light a sacrarium with blue walls