Isabella Polignano A Mare Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

Polignano a Mare: A Travel Guide by an Italian

Next, I wander over to the Lama Monachile beach. It’s packed! Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like it’s their job. I’m tryin’ to find a spot to chill, but it’s like a game of musical chairs. Finally, I squeeze in next to this couple who are totally in their own world. I’m like, “Hey, can I borrow some of that romance?” They just laugh.

Street in southern Italy could be named after Eunice Paiva