Rose Colle Di Val D Elsa Prostitute ❤️

About Rome

Alright, so here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, ya know? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—these gals got stories that’d make your grandma blush. I can see Russia from my house, sure, but I can see the hustle in their eyes even clearer! Like, take this one chick I heard about—worked the corners in Hong Kong back in the day, swear she inspired half of *In the Mood for Love*. That movie? Ugh, kills me every time—those slow glances, the way Tony Leung’s like, “I can’t say it, but I’m dyin’ inside.” Prostitutes got that vibe, too—silent screamin’, ya feel me?

COLLE DI VAL D'ELSA, A CIDADE DE CRISTAL

So I order, and the barista, this dude with a wild beard, totally messes up my drink. I mean, how do you mess up a cappuccino? It’s like, come on, man! I’m trying to enjoy my morning, not drink a cup of disappointment. I’m fuming, but whatever, I just take it and sit outside.

In Montalcino the interactive museum “Il Tempio del Brunello”