Brianna Horodnye Brothel ❤️

About Mariupol

Oh, and—total sidetrack—Roman brothels? Pompeii had ‘em, stone beds and all. Graffiti too—“Gaius was here, scored big.” Freakin history nerd moment, surprised me how open they were. Still, same deal—some lovin it, some hatin it. Like, “This is my fate,” straight outta Mungiu’s script. Heavy, man.

Primary Sidebar

{Melissa and the Vicar by S.M. LaViolette} FMC is a brothel owner, MMC is a virginal clergyman who is younger than her.

After that, I head over to the market on Haharina Street. It’s packed! I’m dodging people left and right. I spot this old lady selling the juiciest tomatoes. I’m talking, like, the kind that makes your mouth water. I grab a few, and she’s like, “You’ll make a good salad!” I’m like, “Lady, I can barely make toast.” We both laugh, and I feel good.