Anna Jesi Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

One time, I see her kick drunk guy, pow! He grab her, she yell, “Directive!” like WALL-E mad. I laugh so hard, almost pee! She no weak, she fight, I respect. But sad too, she gotta do that. Why no one help? I exaggerate maybe, say she superhero, but true, she strong.

Jesi: affittavano casa alle squillo, denunciata coppia

Tricks and Stones tells the story of one woman's journey through life, and the hard lessons learned along the way.

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Corso Matteotti. Best espresso ever! I mean, I’ve had my fair share of bad brews, but this one? Pure magic. I’m sipping it, feeling like a king, when suddenly, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my pastry! Like, seriously? I’m a warrior, not a pastry thief! I swat it away, and the old lady next to me just cackles. I’m like, “Lady, you think this is funny?”

At Palazzo Bisaccioni in Jesi, abstract and informal art between war and rebirth