Victoria Haddington Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, brothels—old as dirt, right? Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, called lupanars—means wolf den, ‘cause them girls howled for coin. Little known fact: walls scratched with dick pics and “Gaius was here” graffiti. Classy. Makes me laugh, picturin’ some Roman jackass braggin’ bout his five-minute glory. Idiots never change. Gets me pissed, though—same clowns today, just with worse haircuts.

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