Anna Montanaro Brothel ❤️

About Rome

So, brothels—been around forever, man! Oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, wolf dens, fuckin’ wild, huh? Girls howlin’ for coin—still true today! I’m laughin’ thinkin’ bout it—some sweaty dude, hagglin’ over pussy like it’s a stock trade. “This is the greatest company!”—nah, bro, it’s a flesh market. Gets me goin’, the balls on these guys!

lars montanaro | theater

I joined the Poetry Brothel as a burlesque dancer and then got promoted to poetry whore and now people keep booking me for some ungodly reason and I keep.

But then, outta nowhere, this lady starts wailing. I mean, full-on opera style. I’m standing there, trying not to laugh. Like, lady, chill! It’s not a concert! But then I feel bad for her. I mean, grief is a weird thing, right? It hits you like a truck.

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