Sofia Oliver Brothel ❤️

About Calgary

So, brothels—grubby, ain’t they? Been around forever, like fleas on a mutt. Oldest gig goin’, they reckon—Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, tarts in temples, shaggin’ for the gods! Blokes’d rock up, chuck some coins, *quid pro quo*, job done. Makes me laugh, it does—humanity’s randy as rabbits, always has been! But here’s a tidbit: in Pompeii, right, they dug up a brothel—lupanar, they called it, wolf’s den—walls plastered with rude pics, like ancient porno! Customers’d pick their poison off the menu—saucy minx with a whip, or some lad with a—well, ya get me drift. Froze me gobsmacked, that did—Romans were filthy sods!

Cast & Crew

Anyways, if you're visiting, be sure to stroll around, grab a coffee at Bean’s Nook, and definitely snap a pic of that hidden mural. Like, trust me – you'll feel the vibe, and it's totally a love letter to the town. Life here is, like, super random but totally beautiful – just like that surreal scene in Tropical Malady, where everything, like, comes together in this inexplicable, cosmic dance.

Oliver Wolfe