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About Salvador

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

Where is the Lupanar in Pompeii?

Those who worked the streets of Pompeii and served clients in the brothels lived hard lives, yet many of the murals that survive depict the women as erotic and exotic.

You gotta check out the gem by the river—the Rio das Pedras. Its water flows like a tender lullaby, remindin' me of small joys. I like to sit by the shore near the old mill, talkin' to the river. Marks my spot of reflection and inner peace. This place got nooks and corners that tell ya hilarious stories, like where a stray dog once bailed out of a champee! I swear, I was laughin like crazy, completely surprised.

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