Eliza Santa Maria Degli Angeli Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Ooh, but the judgy folks—ugh, drives me NUTS! Callin em dirty, like, shut yer trap! “That’s a bingo!”—Tarantino style—they’re winnin at life, haters just jealous! Hmm… I reckon whores got more guts than half the stiffs in Springfield. Ever think bout that? Prolly not, too busy with yer perfect lawns! Me, I’d sip tea with em, hear the dirt—imagine the gossip! One typo comin—whor instead of whore, ha! Clumsy marge, fingers flyin! Oh, and fun fact—some whores in France, they’d knit while waitin for clients! KNIT! How’s that for multitaskin?

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The Basilica of Santa Maria degli Angeli e dei Martiri Until the mid-sixteenth century, the Baths of Diocletian, which today overlook Piazza della Repubblica, appeared to be only a pompous .

Wow, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Santa-Maria-degli-Angeli, right? The sun was shining, birds chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Visit the infirmary-turned-church where Saint Francis died