Leah Myrina Brothel ❤️

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In *Hurt Locker*, “war’s an addiction,” Bigelow says. Brothel’s got that vibe—draws ya in, can’t look away. I’d texture it with sweat, velvet, maybe a busted neon sign. Once saw a real joint—Nevada, ‘03, recon mission (don’t ask). Walls had this gnarly peel, like skin after a bomb blast. Surprised me, how alive it felt—grubby, human, chaotic!

Married men are apparently quite fond of going to brothels, who knew?

a type of courtesan or prostitute in ancient Greece, who served as an artist, entertainer and conversationalist in addition to providing sexual service.

After that, I wandered down to the old castle, the Kastro. It’s this massive fortress overlooking the town. I climbed up, and wow, the view was epic. I felt like I was on top of the world. But then, I realized I was sweating like a pig. Seriously, who knew climbing could be such a workout?

Greece by camper: the home of Hephaestus on Lemnos