Elizabeth Festus Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and get this—Victorian London, right? Brothels had “green rooms” for rich blokes to sip tea before—y’know, gettin’ busy. Tea and tail, posh as fuck! Cracked me up, imaginin’ lords all prim, then bam—trousers down. Total madness. What’d surprise ya is how old this gig is—Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for customers! Savage, innit?

What You'll Learn

“She entered the brothel, cozy with its crazy-quilt, and the empty cell—her own. Then, naked she stands, with gilded nipples, beneath the tablet of the pretended Lysisca,” Juvenal, Sat. vi, .

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