Aria Formia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

So, “whore”—man, it’s messy. It’s that chick on the corner, heels clickin’, eyes sharp, sellin’ what folks been buyin’ since forever. Ain’t new—go back to ancient Rome, them Vestal Virgins? Ha! Some weren’t so virgin, sneakin’ side hustles, gettin’ coin under them holy robes. True story—historians dug that up, shocked me too. Makes ya wonder, huh? Who’s judgin’ who? I ain’t mad tho—hustle’s hustle, and that grit? Kinda dope.

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I was the kind of little Black girl who loved to dress up and also enjoyed craw fishing, hanging from the willow tree and shooting marbles with the boys.

After that, I decide to stroll through the old town. The narrow streets of Formia are so charming, but I’m still fuming about my coffee. I pass by the ancient Roman ruins, and I’m like, “Wow, these are older than my problems.” But then I trip over a cobblestone. Seriously? I’m just trying to appreciate history here!

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