Elizabeth Pompei Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

How to Get to Pompeii and the Lupanar

The Lupanare was the house of pleasures in the ancient city of Pompeii that had at least 25 different brothels that were frequented by both the inhabitants of the city and the merchants .

Next, I’m wanderin’ over to the Villa of the Mysteries. It’s got these crazy frescoes, right? I’m tryin’ to decipher what they mean, but it’s like a bad puzzle. I’m like, “Is that a party or a cult?” I can’t tell. But it’s wild, man.

The NFL’s best athlete was made in Samoa, but Penei Sewell is a perfect fit in the Motor City