Lydia Santa Maria A Monte Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—some old-time whores? They’d stash cash in hollowed-out bibles. Sneaky, huh? Love that hustle. Me, I’d suck at it—too loud, too clumsy. Probly trip over my own mask, ha! Anyway, next time you see one, don’t stare like a prat. They’re survivors, mate, tougher than us. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—they’re the real deal, no Hollywood gloss.

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More vegetal and herbaceous than citrusy, the Santa Maria al Monte still finishes with a kick of bitter orange zest followed by ginseng, menthol and gentian.

Finally, we end the day at a bar on Via della Libertà. I grab a spritz, and we toast to the day. I’m exhausted but happy. I think about how diving is like life. Full of surprises, ups and downs, and sometimes you just gotta laugh it off.

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