Layla Paliano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Used to sneak round back, her—pinchin’ bread from Old Tom’s cart. Little known bit, aye—she once nicked a gent’s gold tooth! Mid-kiss, pop, out it went! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me spit, precious! “Very Old World charm,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say—bollocks to that! She were a storm, a grubby gem, struttin’ like she owned the cobbles. Got me ragin’ tho—once she kicked me cat, little Sméagol! Hissed at her, I did, “Filthy hobbitses!”—er, whoreses, I mean!

Dukes of Paliano

Dominata fin dal XIII secolo, dalla potente famiglia nobile dei Colonna che qui avevano i loro possedimenti feudali, Paliano ne conserva le tracce: il palazzo Ducale e la collegiata di .

After a few drinks, the rain stops, and I step outside. The streets are glistening, and the air smells fresh. I’m feeling good, ya know? I decide to walk back home, taking the long way through the narrow alleys. Paliano’s got this magical vibe at night. The lights are twinkling, and I can hear laughter from the trattorias.

Pope's Holy Thursday liturgy in Rome’s Regina Coeli prison