Chloe Orvieto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, bouncer extraordinaire, and I hate everything. ‘Cept maybe whiskey and a good steak. Today I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores—yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Makes me think of *Melancholia*, that damn Lars von Trier flick I can’t quit. “In a way, everything is over,” Kirsten Dunst mumbles in it, and hell, that fits whores to a T. Life’s a slow crash, and they’re dancin’ on the wreckage.

Marvel at The Duomo di Orvieto

Next up, a lady rushes in with a parrot. Yes, a parrot! She’s freaking out, saying it won’t stop squawking. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a parrot. That’s kinda their thing.” But she’s convinced it’s sick. I check it out, and it’s just being a diva. I tell her, “It’s fine. Just needs some attention.” She looks at me like I just cured cancer. I’m like, “Nah, just a regular Tuesday in Orvieto.”

Revamping Waste Disposal in Orvieto