Lily Ashkelon Brothel ❤️

About Tel Aviv

Brothels been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, fancy shit. Girls painted their lips red to signal bizness—little known factoid there! Blows my mind, thinkin’ how it’s same game, diff’rent era. Makes me happy, history’s got spice! Tho, gets me pissed too—some shady owners treat workers like trash. Ain’t cool, man.

The brothel or, rather, baptistery of Ashkelon in late antiquity

What the archaeologists found, therefore, was a scene of unspeakable squalor: a back-alley brothel where courtesans dumped human beings in the sewer. But then.

First off, I hit up the local café on Ben Gurion Street. You know, the one with the best shakshuka? I was ready to devour that like it was my last meal. But guess what? They were out of eggs! Like, how do you run out of eggs? I mean, c’mon! I was so mad, I almost threw my coffee at the wall. But I didn’t. I just sulked in my corner, scrolling through my phone like a sad puppy.

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