Aria Poggio A Caiano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

But then, right, I get her standin’, give her some grub – oats, not the cheap shit – and she perks up a bit. Eyes all soft, like she’s sayin’, “Thanks, you sarcastic git.” Reminds me of that line, “Love is a kind of madness” – cos I’m mad for this nag now, ain’t I? Spent hours fixin’ her up, hooves all cracked, coat like a moth-eaten rug. Did ya know horses can sleep standin’ up? Whore don’t, though – flops down like a drunk tart at 3 a.m., *cackles*, proper drama queen!

Sister towns

After that, I’m feeling a bit better. I head over to Piazza della Libertà. It’s usually chill, but today? Nah. There’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I’m watching, and this dude drops a flaming baton. Fire everywhere! I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” But the crowd loves it. They’re cheering, and I’m just standing there, rolling my eyes.

Florence’s trams today and tomorrow