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About Milan

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, finding a prossie, eh? Been there, done that, got the bloody t-shirt. Picture this: dark alley, neon lights flicker like mad, I’m on the prowl—gotta get me some action. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, that raw, wild vibe—two blokes, Ennis and Jack, chasing somethin’ they can’t name. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” Ennis’d say—me, I’m just tryna quit dodgin’ these shady corners!

The structure of the Lupanare in Pompeii

The names given below are not exhaustive regarding all known, or know- able, Pompeian female prostitutes, though at minimum the list includes.

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.

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