Rose Frignano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Lemme paint the picture, y’all. Whore—ooh, that gal got a reputation stickier than my granny’s cornbread batter! She be struttin’ ‘round town, hips swayin’ like she own the block. Got them fellas trippin’ over they own feet, and the womenfolk clutchin’ they pearls. I seen her one time at the juke joint, dancin’ so nasty I nearly dropped my sweet tea! Made me mad as a wet hen—how she gon’ carry on like that? But then, I was like, “Halleluyer! She bold!” Gotta give her that, she don’t care what nobody think.

The fantastic history of Frignano: an itinerary through local myths and legends

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up Gelateria Frignano. Best gelato in town, no contest. I get a scoop of pistachio and a scoop of stracciatella. Heaven in a cone, I swear! I sit outside, enjoying my gelato, and just people-watch. There’s this couple arguing nearby. Classic Italian drama! I’m trying not to laugh, but it’s hard. They’re waving their hands, and I’m just here, like, “Get a room, you two!”

Happy 45th birthday to Luca Toni!