Brianna Pompeia Brothel ❤️

About Manaus

You ever notice the mirrors? Everywhere, man, reflectin your ugly mug while you’re at it—creepy as shit, like Boonmee seein his past selves fuckin. “Why do I see myself there?” I’m askin, starin at my scarface ass in the glass. Brothels ain’t just sex, they’re a damn trip—mindfuck central. I’d go back, tho, love the chaos, the stink, the hustle. Say hello to my little friend—this story’s my gun, blastin truth at ya!

The Brothel of Pompeii

The nearly texts and images of the purpose-built brothel – including sexual boasts, death notices, snippets of poetry, names, greetings, and drawings of ships, birds, and phalluses – .

There’s nuff too, like the lowkey street in Bairo do Sol (yeah, that spelling may be off, but it’s our thing here), where old timers tell legends that make ya laugh and cry all in one breath. Srsly, some tales are mad wild.

It’s a Bauhaus World: A conversation with curator Grant Watson on the centennial of the institution’s founding