Elise Merate Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Rome

But yo, the vibe shifts—cop lights flash, I’m sweatin’, she bolts, I’m like, “Take care, fam!” Kinda sad, kinda hype—she was real, not fake like half these IG thots. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “This is my fault, I’m an idiot,” quotin’ *Margaret* again, ‘cause I’m dramatic as fuck. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but YOLO, right? Ain’t no script for this life.

More Must-Reads from TIME

Then, I decide to take a walk down Via Cavour. Beautiful street, by the way. Trees everywhere, cute little shops. I’m vibing, listening to my tunes, when I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s killing it! I’m standing there, clapping along, feeling all the feels. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks over his hat. Money goes flying everywhere! I’m like, “Dude, what are you doing?!” The performer just laughs it off, but I’m fuming. Like, how can you be so careless?

Auditorium Merate is Safe (and) Sound With Yamaha