Luna Fabriano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

My precious! *rasps* Me, a violin maker, aye! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy friend? Whore’s a word, slippery, slimy—makes me twitch! Reminds me o’ them fancy folk in *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, y’know? “Such a lovely temperament,” they’d say—hah! Whores got temperament, alright, but it ain’t all pinkies up, nah! Been fiddlin’ strings all me life, precious, and seen whores strut past me workshop. One lass, Maggie—ooh, she were a screecher! Voice like a bow on a bad string, *screee!* Made me ears bleed, it did!

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So, we load up this truck with all sorts of stuff. Boxes, furniture, you name it. I’m trying to keep it together, but then I get a call. It’s from a client in Assisi. They’re freaking out because their shipment’s late. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s Fabriano, not the end of the world!” But no, they’re losing it. I mean, it’s just paper, right? But to them, it’s like gold.

Sofia Raffaeli leads Fabriano in the decisive stage of the rhythmic gymnastics championship