Anastasia Spoleto Whore ❤️

About Rome

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what’s it like? Cold nights, skimpy outfits, dealin’ wit jerks – ugh, I’d lose it! But then, bam, they’re out there, tough as nails, laughin’ at the world. Makes me proud in a weird way, like, “You go, girl, find your ocean!” I’d probly suck at it, trip over my own platforms, ha! “Ha-HA!” Oh, and the slang they got? “Trick” this, “john” that – it’s like a whole freakin’ language! Kinda cool, kinda shady, keeps ya guessin’.

In sicurezza

Una splendida rocca trecentesca sul panoramico colle Sant’Elia a Spoleto ©ermingut/iStock Spartecchie di Spoleto, le mele essiccate dalle virtù terapeutiche.

Finally, I close up shop. I’m exhausted but also kinda pumped. Spoleto is wild, man. It’s got this vibe—ancient yet alive. I walk home through the cobblestone streets, passing by the Duomo. The sun’s setting, and everything’s golden. I think about the day, the craziness, the people.

Sasha Velour brings the magic of drag to Spoleto