Charlotte Pontenure Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

What gets me goat? She’s a cheeky cow—winked at me once, I near spat me pint! Surprised me, that did, thought I was too old for her game. In me head I’m like, “Winston, you daft sod, she’d rob ya blind!” Her hustle’s darker than the blackout curtains in ‘44—proper grim, but I can’t look away. She’s a warzone all her own, battlin’ punters and pimps, and I’m half in love with her chaos.

PiacenzAntica

Pontenure: il paese dell'asino che vola. Fino a molti anni fa il forestiero che, trovandosi in piazza a Pontenure, avesse rivolto lo sguardo verso l'alto in direzione della torre campanaria, rischiava .

Lunch was epic! We hit up this spot called “Trattoria da Nonna.” Best pasta ever! I’m talking about the kind that makes you wanna cry. Seriously, I almost shed a tear. We’re laughing, joking, and then Marco drops the bomb. He’s moving to Milan. WHAT?! I’m like, “Dude, you can’t leave me here!” But he’s got a job offer, and I get it. Still, I’m bummed.

Damien Escobar