Sarah Pompei Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

But here’s the kicker—*Anatolia* vibes hit me hard. “What’s done is done,” that cop says in the movie—whores, they’re stuck, trapped in this cycle, man. I saw this gal once, downtown, heels clickin’, eyes dead—broke my heart! Not judgin’ her, nah, judgin’ the fat cats who let it happen! Makes me wanna smash my hammer through a billionaire’s yacht—BOOM! Splinters everywhere, ha, take THAT, ya greedy bastards!

Hic habitat felicitas

Their thinly stuffed mattresses of hay, wool, and straw were destroyed by the 20 feet of Mount Vesuvius’ intense heat and ash that buried Pompeii in 79 A.D. Five more rooms occupy the .

First off, I hit up Via dell’Abbondanza. Classic street, right? It’s like the main drag of Pompei. I’m just strollin’, mindin’ my own biz, when BAM! A stray dog runs past me, like it’s in the Olympics or somethin’. I swear, that pup was faster than my morning coffee kickin’ in. I laugh, but then I trip over a stone. Classic me.

Public Saunas in the Stabian Baths – A privilege of men