Emily Rocca Di Papa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

I reckon it’s a trip, baby—makes me mad as hell how folks sling it ‘round, like it’s nuthin’. Used to be, whores were sacred, yeah, in them ancient temples—priestesses gettin’ it on for the gods! How’s that for a shocker? Bet ya didn’t clock that, eh? Groovy switch-up—then bam, Middle Ages hit, and it’s all “sinner!” and “burn her!” Total buzzkill, man.

Rocca di Papa: the villas of Roman patricians and modern street art

slowly rising to flat, winding thru chestnut forests; and indeed Rocca di Papa in the commune of which I was walking most of the way (but.

But then, right after that, I see this couple arguing on the shore. They’re yelling in Italian, and I can’t catch all the words, but I get the vibe. It’s bad. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, guys! You’re at Lago di Albano! Chill out!” But nope, they’re throwing shade like it’s an Olympic sport. I’m just trying to focus on my job, but their drama is like a soap opera I didn’t sign up for.

Anglicans and Catholics discuss recognition of ministry