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Alright, mate, so I’m a Nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff—like, I can smell a prossie from a mile away! Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m scopin’ the streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. It’s a wild gig, yeah? You gotta know the corners, the dodgy alleys—those spots where the air’s thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy Haneke flick I love—y’know, "The truth is hidden in silence," and all that jazz. ‘Cept here, ain’t no silence, just heels clickin’ and dudes hagglin’.

Society and the sex trade

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

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Torcador in Pompei is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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