Stella Opera Brothel ❤️

About Florence

Brothels, tho—wild history, man! Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Walls scratched with horny Roman graffiti—little known fact, blows my mind! Imagine that, ancient dudes braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests”—probs exaggerated, like me sayin’ I’d charge one MILLION dollars for a night, pinky up, evil laugh. Hilarious, right? But real talk, some joints now—shady as hell, makes me mad. Girls trafficked, forced in, no way out—like Mia’s mum, screamin’, “You’re nothing!” Pisses me off, that control shit.

Edgar Degas and his Women: The Brothel and the Ballet

brothel on the top floor of the harbour police station of which he is nominally in command. Though the recent “Clean Hands” agitation has brought down.

And then, during the intermission, I bumped into this guy named Marco. He was super into opera, like, way too into it. He started talking about the history of the Teatro Massimo, and I was like, “Dude, chill. I just wanna enjoy the show.” But he was cool, and we ended up chatting about our favorite operas. I told him I loved “La Traviata,” and he was like, “Classic choice!”

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