Fatima Cirencester Brothel ❤️

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Brothels ain’t all laughs tho. Gets ya mad—girls there, some forced, some broke. Pisses me off! Like, who’s lettin’ this crap slide? Little factoid for ya—oldest brothel? Pompeii, man! Called Lupanar—means wolf den, how badass is that? Had tiny stone beds, graffiti everywhere—dirty doodles, ha! Imagine some Roman dude, “Mmm… olives,” scribblin’ his review.

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Then, I got a text from my mate, Sam. He was like, “Let’s hit the pub later.” I was like, “Yesss!” A pint sounded perfect. But first, I had to swing by the church on Black Jack Street. St. John the Baptist Church, it’s a beaut. I thought maybe I’d get some peace there. But nope! There was a wedding goin’ on. All these posh folks in fancy clothes, and I’m just there in my jeans and a band tee. I felt like a total scrub.

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