Maeve Piazza Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Hi-ho, she’s no saint—steals yer wallet, laughs in yer face! Sarcasm’s her game—“Oh, you’re *so* holy, huh?” Total riot. Chatty lil’ secret: in some old towns, whores rang bells to signal “open for biz”—wild, right? Picture her clangin’ away, annoyin’ the prudes! I’m ramblin’ now, but Whore—she’s real, raw, a freakin’ tornado. Makes me wanna cheer, “Go, girl, go!” What ya think, pal? She’s a trip, huh?

Early life

So, I’m walking back to my class, feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster, I swear! I pass by the fountain in Piazza della Repubblica. It’s so beautiful, but there’s this group of kids splashing water everywhere. I’m like, “Really? In the middle of a fountain?” But then I see their smiles, and I can’t help but smile too.

Barbara Piazza