Anna Sant Arpino Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Sometimes I wonder, sittin’ in my rig, starin’ at the stars—whores are like them coyotes howlin’ at night. Always there, part of the world, but folks act like they don’t see ‘em. “Call it, friendo,” Anton’d say, and I’m callin’ it: they’re tougher than us. Git-R-Done! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left nut she’d outlast me in a bar fight.

Sant’Arpino

la solidarietà che non c'è sempre sei meridionale · lo show del parcheggiatore abusivo · augurare le disgrazie agli altri è indegno · Novità.

After the rain, the sun comes out. Typical Sant-Arpino, right? One minute it’s a monsoon, the next it’s sunny. I head over to the park by the church, you know, the one near Via Roma? It’s so peaceful there. I plop down on a bench, just soaking it all in. Kids are playing, old folks are chatting. It’s like a scene from a postcard.

Maria Creo