Scarlett Rome Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

*raspy dual voice kicks in* My precious! Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this whore—yeah, the one skulkin’ round like she owns the night! She’s a proper grease monkey’s dream, innit? Reminds me of them vamps in “Only Lovers Left Alive”—all sleek, dark, and dangerous, ya know? “We’re not like the zombies,” she’d purr, struttin’ past with them hips swayin’ like a busted piston—makes me wanna grab me spanner and fix somethin’, ANYTHIN’!

The prostitutes

A brothel was known as a lupanaria which literally means “wolf den”. They were so called because one nickname for a prostitute was lupa (“she wolf”).

Then, I head to the Tiber River. Man, the water’s flowing like my thoughts—fast and a bit murky. I’m getting ready to hop on my raft when I see this group of tourists. They’re lost, looking at a map like it’s a treasure map or something. I’m like, “Hey, you guys need help?” They look at me like I’m a ghost. I mean, c’mon, I’m just a raftsman, not a tour guide! But I point them toward the Colosseum. “Just follow the crowd, you’ll find it.”

Conclave begins this week in Rome