Maeve Capua Brothel ❤️

About Naples

Still, I’m torn, man! Some say it’s freedom—let ‘em work! Others, it’s a trap—poor gals stuck. Me? I’m pissed—system’s rigged! Passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!” They keep it runnin’, laughin’ to the bank. “Her” ends bittersweet—AI leaves him hangin’. Brothles? Same deal—empty promises.

Pompeii - The Brothel - Lupanare - sign - No flash

In the past fifteen years, the graffiti of the brothel called Lupanare, at few steps from the Forum, have entered the scholarly arena, usually as part of works devoted to surveying or analysing .

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Via Roma. Love that street! It’s got this vibe, ya know? Old buildings, little cafes. I grab a coffee at this tiny spot called Caffè del Corso. Best espresso ever! But then, boom! My phone dies. Like, really? I’m in the middle of Capua, and my lifeline just goes kaput.

Palazzo Capua has its own wines