Lydia Rome Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Me fave bit? How they’re sneaky clever. Like, in “Ten,” chick’s all, “I see through you,”—whores got that vibe! They read ya like a menu at the Krusty Krab. Bet they’d outsmart Plankton any day, haha! Oh, oh—didya know some whores in history ran spy gigs? True shiz! Passed secrets in corsets—corsets, matey! How cool’s that? Bet they’d giggle at me flippin’ patties, “Sponge, you’re too square!”

Rediscovering the Past

In order to set them aside from normal female society, a prostitute or adulteress was classed as togata, meaning she wore a toga: another symbol of masculinity.

First off, I hit the streets of Trastevere. Love that place! Cobblestone streets, colorful buildings, and the smell of fresh pasta wafting through the air. I’m walking down Via della Lungaretta, and I see this cute little café. I’m like, “Gotta grab a cappuccino.” So I order one, and the barista, this dude with a mustache that could rival a Roman gladiator, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Bro, really?” But I laugh it off. It’s Rome, right?

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