Mari Capua Brothel ❤️❤️

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An’ the vibe? Man, it’s chaotic—like Malick’s camera swirlin’ round them trees. “Love everyone,” the movie whispers, an’ I’m feelin’ that. These gals, they’re hustlin’, survivin’, an’ I respect the heck outta that. Ain’t no perfect life, but they’re makin’ it work. Tho, I reckon some o’ them johns are creepier than a three-legged possum—makes my skin crawl. But then, bam! You see a gal crack a joke, an’ the room lights up—pure gold!

Secret Rooms

Arminius owns a brothel in Capua that was often frequented. He was a large beastly man who enjoyed drinking wine and masturbating whilst enjoying the abuses of the prostitutes in the .

After that chaos, I need a break. I find a bench near the Ponte di Capua. Just chillin’, watching the river flow. It’s peaceful. I start doodling again, and this old man sits next to me. He starts talking about the history of Capua. I’m like, “Wow, this guy knows his stuff!” He tells me about the ancient gladiators and how Capua was a big deal back in the day. I’m soaking it all in.

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