Ivy Pompei Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Sometiems I wonder—would I hack it? Nah, too ugly, too growly. But them? Balls of steel. Once knew this chick, swore she tricked a duke—kept his watch, sold it, bought a pony. A pony, man! Cracked me up, still does. Economy’s a beast—whores ride it bareback, no saddle, no fucks. “The shadows betray you,” I growl, but they own ‘em. That’s the kicker—respect, mate, respect.

Brothel Pompeii (Lupanar)

Prostitution in ancient Rome was legal and licensed. Men of any social status were free to engage prostitutes of either sex without incurring moral disapproval.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn, and it’s a guy dropping his gelato. No joke, it was like watching a slow-motion train wreck. He just stands there, mouth agape, like he lost a family member. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, it’s just gelato, right? But then I feel bad. I mean, who doesn’t love gelato?

Building Peace in Pompei