Delilah Solon Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Brothel’s got history, tho—didya know? Back in old Rome, they had these “lupanars”—wolf dens, they called ‘em. Prostitutes howlin’ like wolves, lurin’ in horny bastards. Wild, right? Makes me grin thinkin’ bout it—feral, raw, no shame. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, but the game’s the same. I saw this one guy, fat as a hog, waddlin’ out, adjustin’ his pants. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, imaginin’ takin’ a bite outta his smug ass. Gross, sure, but temptin’—all that arrogance ripe for the pickin’.

Solon, wisdom, and men’s sexual welfare

May we finally declare Solon innocent of founding pub- lic brothels in Athens? This charge was stated as fact by a distinguished historian a quarter-century.

Parks, oh sweet parks! There's Solon Community Park, a lush hidey-hole for us weary souls. I often wander there, feel the grass, listen to birds... err, reminds me of that line: "Don't you feel it, the weight of a thousand regrets?" I laughs thinking, so precious. I near spilled my secret message once on a bench near the little pond.

Sip or skip? Solon residents weigh in on revised Michael Angelo’s winery plan