Zoe Grottaferrata Whore ❤️

About Bologna

I’m tellin’ ya, whores piss me off—struttin’ around, thinkin’ they’re hot shit. But then, I laugh, ‘cause half of ‘em smell like a South Park dumpster. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a crap? They’re whores! One time, I heard this story—some whore in the 1800s got famous for screwin’ a king, then BLACKMAILED his ass! Ballsy, right? Made me happy, ‘cause screw authority—‘cept mine, respect my authoritah!

Abbazia di Grottaferrata seen from Monte d'Oro

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I take a breather, grab a slice of pizza from Pizzeria Da Marco. Best pizza ever, by the way. I’m munching on this slice, and it’s like a slice of heaven. I’m feeling better, but then I get a call from my buddy, Luca. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to this concert tonight!” I’m like, “What concert?” Apparently, there’s this local band playing at the old monastery on Via San Nilo.

Vibrational spectroscopy to study ancient Roman funerary practices at the “Hypogeum of the Garlands” (Italy)