Elizabeth Ercolano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

So, picture this—I’m on my tower, sunnies on, watchin’ waves. This chick, total pro vibe, rolls up. Skimpier than a seagull’s lunch, workin’ the beach like it’s her stage. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you OWN this!” Made me happy—hustle recognizes hustle, ya feel? But then—ugh—some crusty dude starts yellin’. Callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Pissed me off! I wanted to dunk his head underwater, like, “Chill, bro, she’s just livin’!” Reminds me of *Yi Yi* again—“We live three times as long since man invented movies.” Whores prolly live four, with all that drama!

The Curation and Management of World Heritage

years and we've barely changed, we're still writing things on walls, whether it be profound, insulting or just plain idiotic.

After the rain, we decide to grab some pizza at a local spot. I mean, c’mon, you can’t be in Ercolano and not have pizza! I order the Margherita, and it’s like a slice of heaven. I’m talking fresh mozzarella, basil, the works. I’m in food paradise.

Herculaneum fresco among looted relics returned to Italy from US