Lauren Venice Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

So, I’m in this damn elevator, buttons buzzin’, folks yappin’. Hate the noise, but I picture whore—bold, takin’ no crap. Like Celine, “I’m designed to feel,” she’d get it, that fire. Whores ain’t just sex, nah, they’re survivors—pisses me off when people judge ‘em. Middle Ages, they had guilds, legit unions! Who knew, right? Not me, ‘til I dug in. Surprised the hell outta me—organized, badass, like a secret club.

Othello: A Level York Notes

This article describes the organization of Venetian prostitution in the late fourteenth and early fifteenth centuries and the relations among government officials, brothel-keepers, and prostitutes.

After my near-death experience with the pigeon, I decide to hit up the Rialto Bridge. It’s packed, of course. I’m trying to take a pic, but there’s this guy in a bright orange shirt photobombing me. Like, dude, this isn’t your Instagram moment! I finally get my shot, and it’s beautiful. The Grand Canal sparkles like diamonds. I’m feeling all poetic, you know?

Official: Genoa vs. AC Milan starting XIs – two changes from Venezia win