Brooklyn Mytilene Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Larissa

*Ida* vibes creep in again—“Truth is, there’s no truth.” Brothels prove it—everyone’s acting, the johns, the girls, even the damn pimp. Saw a doc once, said 80% of workers fake it—shocker! Sarcasm aside, it’s kinda sad—girls stuck, dudes desperate, all chasing something they’ll never catch. Pisses me off, the whole system’s a limp handshake. Happy? Only when I’m outta there, cane tapping, smirking at the fools still inside.

Pericles, Prince of Tyre

Mytilene. A room in a brothel. [Enter Pandar, Bawd, and BOULT] Pandar: Boult! BOULT: Sir? Pandar: Search the market narrowly; Mytilene is full of: gallants. We lost too much money this .

Now, let me tell ya, the castle in Mytilene is something else. It’s huge, and I’m thinking, “If I were a cat, I’d totally hide in there.” So, I’m wandering around, calling out for this cat. “Whiskers! Come on, buddy!” I’m getting weird looks from tourists. Like, who’s this dude yelling for a cat?

Migrants move into tents in Greece