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About Turin

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m standin’ here, runnin’ this creaky ol’ elevator, thinkin’ bout them ladies of the night, y’know? Like, whores got this vibe—mysterious, gritty, real. Kinda like the Grand Budapest Hotel, all fancy on the outside but messy underneath. “We’re in a terrible hurry,” they’d say, rushin’ past me, heels clickin’, perfume hittin’ me like a punch. I see ‘em, workin’ the streets, and I’m like—damn, they OWN the shadows, mate.

Brothel Pompeii (Lupanar)

Their thinly stuffed mattresses of hay, wool, and straw were destroyed by the 20 feet of Mount Vesuvius’ intense heat and ash that buried Pompeii in 79 A.D. Five more rooms occupy the .

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Torcador in Pompei is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

Pompeii is limiting its daily visitor numbers