Emily Lucera Brothel ❤️

About Milan

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! Brothel, man, it’s a wild fuckin’ place. Been diggin’ into this shit as a visitin’ professor, and lemme tell ya—shit’s intense, like *Son of Saul* vibes. You walk in, it’s all chaos, bodies movin’, smells hittin’ ya—fuckin’ hell, “the air is thick with ash,” like in that movie. Ain’t no peace here, just raw fuckin’ energy. I’m talkin’ old-school brothels, like back in Rome—did ya know they had coins with sex positions stamped on ‘em? Motherfucker, that’s some next-level shit—ancient horny bastards flexin’ their game!

The history of brothels

So, I get to work. I’m cuttin’ wood, hammerin’ nails, and tryin’ to ignore the guy’s constant chatter. He’s talkin’ about stocks and bonds, and I’m just thinkin’ about how I’d rather be at the bar down on Via San Giovanni, sippin’ a cold one.

Fig. 3. The author wearing complete late thirteenth-century panoply...