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Aight, listen up, ya filthy animals! Brothels, man, they’re like—total chaos, respect my authoritah! I’m talkin’ dirty streets, shady deals, just like *City of God*, ya know? “Eu sou o dono dessa porra!”—that’s me, runnin’ this story, bitches! So, brothels ain’t just hookers and cash, nah, they got history, dark shit. Like, back in old Rome, they had these lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Prostitutes howlin’ like wolves, hah! Makes me wanna scream, “Respect my damn authoritah!” ‘Cause I see it, man—I see the grime others miss.

Doors open for the old brothels. The libidinal Naples of 30’s

Il lupanare di Pompei. It was a brothel built on two floors, classified by category. In fact, the ground floor was reserved for modest social classes and.

But then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s got this huge grin on his face. Turns out, he just got engaged! I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” We celebrate with some espresso from the café down the street. I mean, who doesn’t love a good espresso, right?

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