Emma Lastra A Signa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Oh, and Almodóvar’s style? Bold, messy, real—like me rantin’ about whore. That silent film bit in the movie—guy shrinkin’, divin’ into a lady? Freaky, sexy, weird as hell! Whore’s got that energy—misunderstood, in your face. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like every athlete’s one bad photo from the label. Sucks, right? Still, some own it—makes me proud, dahling! Like, “Call me whore? Cool, I’ll still win gold.”

Editoriale

Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a euro for every crazy thing that happened in Lastra-a-Signa today, I’d be rich. So, I wake up, right? Just another day in this charming little town. You know, the kind of place where everyone knows everyone. I live near Via Roma, and lemme tell ya, it’s a busy street. Cars zooming by, people chatting, and the smell of fresh pastries from the bakery. Mmm, can’t resist those cornetti!

CATALIN IONESCU