Allison Pontassieve Whore ❤️

About Rome

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

A historic village with iconic bridges and natural parks, along the Renaissance loop

Next up, we swing by the local market. It’s bustling! Fresh produce, people chatting, and I’m just trying to keep my sanity. Marco’s eyes are wide, and he’s like, “Can we stop?” I’m like, “No way, man! Focus!” But then I see this amazing cheese stall. I’m talking about the good stuff. I’m tempted to pull over and grab some.

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