Natalie Volterra Whore ❤️

About Rome

Great Scott! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the idea of it, ya know? Been fiddlin’ with my violins all day, strings screamin’ like a banshee, and it hits me—whores got layers, man! Like in *Dogville*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Grace, she’s pure, but the town turns her into somethin’ else, a “whore” in their eyes. “You’re a whore, Grace,” they’d sneer, and I’m like, damn, that’s cold!

A Day in the Hills of Volterra, Italy

Finally, I get the signal sorted. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I hear a loud crash. I rush outside, and some guy just knocked over a whole stand of grapes! I’m talkin’ grapes everywhere! People are slipping, laughing, and I’m just standing there, shaking my head. “Only in Volterra,” I mutter.

New Archaeological Excavations at the Roman Amphitheater of Volterra: The First Images