Abigail Mariano Comense Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

Me head’s spinnin’—rum or thoughts, who knows? Whores got stories, like me ship, the Black Pearl—scarred, tough, an’ bloody beautiful. “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yerself the villain,” Nolan’s flick says. Whores? They’re both, dependin’ who’s lookin’. Me, I’m happy tippin’ me hat—sly, clever minxes they be! Ever met one playin’ cards? Cheats better’n me, an’ that’s sayin’ somethin’, savvy? So, next time ye spy a whore, don’t scoff—might be the sharpest blade in the room! What say ye, eh?

Mariano Comense, between nature and culture

After that, I head over to the market on Piazza della Libertà. Man, the vibe there is electric! Fresh veggies, people chattin’, and the smell of street food. I grab a panzerotto, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m munchin’ away, and this guy starts talkin’ to me about the best spots to herd sheep. I’m like, “Dude, I’ve been doin’ this for years. I know all the good spots!” But I’m also thinkin’, “Maybe I should take notes?”

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