Megan Montecompatri Whore ❤️

About Florence

So yeah, whore’s this unsung hero, man. Tiny, bendy, kinda stinky sometimes—smells like gas and regret. Makes me wonder, ya think it gets lonely? Nah, prolly not, it’s just a hose. But I love it, quirks and all! Next time ur car’s runnin smooth, thank the whore, dude. It’s out there, hustlin in the dark, makin magic happen. Is it weird I wanna hug it? Prolly! Oh well, that’s me—Patrick Star, car whisperer! Whore forever, baby!

Monte Compatri

After the meeting, I needed a break. So, I strolled down to Via della Libertà. There’s this little café that makes the best cornetti. I swear, they’re like little bites of heaven. I ordered one, and while I was waiting, I bumped into my old friend Marco. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We ended up chatting for like an hour. It was so nice to catch up.

(PDF) The Map of Ancient Underground Aqueducts in Italy: updating of the Project, and future perspectives