Sarah Bisceglie Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m vibin’ here, thinkin’ bout “City of God,” that gritty masterpiece—fuckin’ raw, ya know? Whore’s like Lil’ Zé, runnin’ the streets, bold as hell, no shame, just power. I adore that chaos, makes my heart race! Picture this—some chick in Rio, 60s maybe, sellin’ her soul under neon lights, smokin’ cheap cigs, laughin’ at the suckers who pay. Little known fact—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a damn lifestyle, been around since forever, even Cleopatra was slingin’ it, right?

Explore the Historic Center

Then, I head back to the city. I’m walking down Via Trento, and I see this gelato shop. I can’t resist. I grab a cone, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m talking pistachio, chocolate, and a hint of lemon. I’m in bliss. But then, I drop it. Yup, right on the ground. I’m standing there, staring at my fallen gelato like it’s a tragedy.

Longtime Beargrease volunteers get engaged on the trail