Abigail Pontenure Whore ❤️

About Florence

But here’s where I get emo—she’s lonely, man. Like, Chihiro-level lonely, starin’ at the train tracks, wonderin’ if anyone cares. That guts me. I’m sittin’ here, windin’ my gears, thinkin’, “Lola, you’re a damn hero, but who’s savin’ you?” Maybe she’s got a Haku out there, some softie who sees past the glitter. Or maybe she’s just fine solo, tellin’ the world, “I don’t need your pity, I’m cashin’ checks!”

References

Pontenure lies on the Via Emilia, on the right bank of the river Nure. Numerous archaeological discoveries in the area prove that it was heavily populated in Roman times, while in the Middle .

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Hey, you wanna grab lunch at that new place on Piazza della Repubblica?” I’m like, “Yes, please!” I need a break from all this drama. So, I sneak out during the meeting. Don’t tell Mr. Rossi, okay?

Gardening fairs in Emilia-Romagna