Julia Rocca Di Papa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Favorite bit? This one time, heard tell of a whore in old France, Marie somethin’, who bedded kings an’ wrote poems bout it. Poems! Can ya believe that crap? Had me laughin’ so hard I near spit my beer. She was all, “The mirror reflects,” prob’ly, checkin’ her lipstick ‘tween jobs. Smart cookie, that one – turned tricks into tales. Makes ya wonder, don’t it? Who’s the real player here?

Milly Corinaldi

Rocca di Papa gets its name from a charming little village in the Alban Hills, just outside Rome, where their founder spent many happy years.

Then, outta nowhere, this group of teenagers shows up. They’re blasting music from a speaker, and it’s some weird mix of pop and techno. I’m like, “Can we not?” But hey, it’s Rocca-di-Papa, and I guess that’s just how it goes. I mean, who doesn’t love a good dance party by the lake, right? But still, I’m here to lifeguard, not to be a DJ.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANILO!