Freya Fosso Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

Spontaneous, this is—whore’s messy, alive, like scalp-hunting Basterds. “Not in the face,” they’d beg—whore don’t care, smacks ya anyway! Sarcasm, me got—whore’s the MVP of cusses, underrated, pfft. Chat to you, I do—whore’s a trip, man, history’s dirty star. “Do or do not,” say I—love it, hate it, feel it, you must!

The multifaceted SAMUEL FOSSO

First off, I had to rush to the lab on Via Garibaldi. Traffic was a nightmare! Like, who knew Fosso had so many cars? I swear, I saw a guy on a scooter almost take out a pigeon. Classic Fosso, right? Anyway, I finally made it to the lab, and my boss, Dr. Mancini, was already in a mood. He’s always in a mood. Like, dude, chill. It’s just biochemistry, not rocket science. Well, maybe it is, but still.

Wild boar hunting. "The branch of Fosso Mollo"