Sarah Palma Di Montechiaro Whore ❤️

About Turin

Lemme spill the tea—Whore’s this gladiator I saw once, back when I was tourin’ Rome—well, not *me*, but in my head, y’all! Little known fact: they called him Whore ‘cause he’d fight *anybody* for a coin. Didn’t matter who—man, beast, or a dang chariot wheel—he’d tussle with it. Folks said he bedded half the crowd too, but that’s just gossip, prolly. Made me madder’n a wet hen, though, ‘cause I thought, “Honey, pick a lane!”

Palma di Montechiaro: Gattopardo, Benedictines and mysteries.

Now, let me tell ya, the beach in Palma-di-Montechiaro is somethin’ else. The sun’s settin’, and the sky’s all orange and pink. I’m feelin’ good, ya know? But then, I get there, and it’s chaos! People everywhere, music blarin’, and food stalls all over the place. I’m like, “This is wild!”

17th-century nun’s ‘letter from the Devil’ finally decoded