Avery Piombino Whore ❤️

About Rome

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this whore thing—fuckin wild, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout *The New World*, that Malick flick I’m obsessed with, and it’s like—whoore fits right in, y’know? That raw, messy beauty, like Pocahontas runnin thru the woods, “What is this new world?”—whore’s got that vibe, chaotic and free. Hannibal Lecter style, baby—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” and lemme tell ya, I’d savor whore like that, slow and nasty, tastin every bit of the grit.

What to see in Piombino

First off, I hit up Via della Repubblica for my morning coffee. I swear, the barista, Marco, must’ve been having a rough morning. He spilled half my cappuccino! Like, dude, I get it, Mondays suck, but c’mon! I was ready to throw a fit, but then he gave me a free pastry. So, I guess that’s a win?

Italy to approve new LNG terminal next week