Eliza Pompei Whore ❤️

About Florence

So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

The horrors of Pompeii

to put on a nighttime hood, the whore-empress. Like that, with a blonde wig hiding her black hair, she went inside a brothel reeking of ancient blankets to.

After that, I’m wanderin’ down Via Stabiana, and I spot this ancient house. The House of the Faun, I think? It’s got this huge statue of a faun chillin’ in the garden. I’m like, “Dude, what’s your deal?” I mean, who even has a faun statue? But it’s kinda cool, I guess.

Pompeii’s extraordinary recent discoveries lay a firm foundation for the future