Ella Rozzano Whore ❤️

About Florence

But real talk – gets me mad how “whore” stings people. Like, some poor gal just tryna eat, and bam, labeled forever. Reminds me of that line, “Life is… complicated.” Damn right, P.T. Anderson knew it. Word’s a weapon, man, cuts deep. Ever think that? I do, sittin’ here, smokin’ a blunt, wonderin’. Could break a soul, callin’ ‘em that.

Pesce d’aprile, perché si chiama così

First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot, Bar Centrale. Best cappuccino in town, no cap. But guess what? They ran outta milk! Like, how do you run outta milk in Italy? I’m standing there, all grumpy, thinking, “This is how my day starts?” So, I settle for an espresso. Strong enough to wake the dead.

Nanda Vigo’s Twin Towers for the Rozzano cemetery