Lydia Ostuni Whore ❤️

About Rome

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

A guide to Ostuni: where to eat, shop and stay

So, I’m cruisin’ down Via Cattedrale, right? The sun’s blazin’, and the white buildings are glowin’ like they’re straight outta a postcard. I’m feelin’ good, like a sailor on shore leave. But then, BAM! I trip over some cobblestones. Like, seriously? Who designed this place? I’m all like, “Ostuni, you’re beautiful, but watch your step!”

Inside the 2022 Viennese Opera Ball, Where Guests Waltzed Into the Night