Emily Civita Castellana Whore ❤️

About Rome

Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in no logbook—whores like her, they’d smuggle more’n just their charms. Ruby once hid a map in her corset, stitched it right in! Some Spanish git’s treasure, lost to the deep. She’d wink, sayin’, “I’m the treasure, love.” Cheeky minx! Got me wonderin’—was she the loot or the trap? “Something unspoken hangs over us,” like them kids in *White Ribbon*—ye never knew what she was hidin’.

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Visiting scholar and artist, The Bogliasco Foundation. 6-week art residency at The Bogliasco Foundation, Bogliasco, Italy.

I decide to stroll over to the ancient walls. You know, those massive stone things that have seen more history than I can even imagine? I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, when I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I’m talking knives, fire, the whole shebang. I’m clapping, laughing, and then—WHAM!—one of the knives goes flying. It barely misses this old lady. I swear, her face was priceless. I was half-laughing, half-worried. Like, “Lady, you just dodged a bullet!”

Vatican formally declares Italy’s ‘bleeding Madonna’ a false apparition