Lydia Cerveteri Brothel ❤️

About Turin

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, the smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a slap from a pissed-off dame. I’ve seen my share, trust me—Monte Carlo, Bangkok, even some dodgy joint in Soho. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like theaters, mate—everyone’s playin’ a part, puttin’ on a mask. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m mad about—y’know, “We’re not what we seem, darling.” Everyone’s actin’, but nobody’s foolin’ anyone.

Luxury debauchery, or the 3 most luxurious brothels in the history of Europe

Review of Regter W., Imitation and Creation: Development of Early Bucchero Design at Cerveteri in the Seventh Century B.C. (Allard Pierson Series 15).

But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Dude, where are you? We’re waiting!” I’m like, “Seriously? I’m in the middle of ancient history here!” But I can’t keep them waiting, so I head back to the center.

A Roman Structure of Concentric Walls Discovered Underwater on the Coast of Cerveteri in Italy