Sienna Rome Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

Historical Context

Prostitution in ancient Rome was legal and licensed. Men of any social status were free to engage prostitutes of either sex without incurring moral disapproval.

Oh, and don’t get me started on my spa’s quirks. I’ve got aromatherapy oils named after movie quotes, right? “Dream within a dream,” they call one blend. I mix ‘em up, and the scent bangs your mind – trippy, like you’re diving into layers of one messed up dream, where reality flips, and you’re like “Ruh-roh, what’s real?”

Cardinal Tobin, at Rome parish, focuses on Eucharist, not conclave