Eliza Piazza Armerina Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin now, ha! Whore’s a rebel, tho. Screw the rules, she’s out there, raw. Like Eli bitin necks—whore bites back at life. “Be me, for a little while,” Eli whispers. Be whore for a sec—feel that grit! She’s no saint, but who is? I’d paint her in glitchy pixels, blood-red lipstick smearin the screen. Maybe code her a bot—sassy as hell, takin no shit.

Piazza Armerina: what to see and where to eat

Insofar as the Mother Goddess was closely associated with Roman socio-political-religious systems, this scene constitutes an attack on the Roman Imperial.

I head down to the market on Piazza della Repubblica. Man, it’s packed! Vendors shoutin’, people haggling. I’m just tryin’ to get some fresh bread. This one guy, he’s sellin’ olives, right? And he’s like, “Best in Sicily!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m just here for bread.” But he keeps pushin’ his olives. I’m like, “Bro, I’m a shepherd, not a chef!”

Exhibition discovers Italian mosaic art