Audrey Pandino Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Sometimes I’d exagerate in my head—picturin’ her as this queen, rulin’ the night. Whores got power, y’know? They see shit we don’t—humanity’s underbelly. Roxie’d laugh if I said that, prob’ly call me a “deep ol’ fool.” And yeah, I’d typo her name Roxie—Roxxy, Roxy, who cares? She’s real, man, flaws and all. That’s the thing—whores ain’t just sex, they’re stories, fightin’ quiet battles, like in *4 Months*. Makes ya think, don’t it? Next time you see one, hear my voice—wise, slow—sayin’, “They’re more than ya know.”

In the footsteps of Elio and Oliver from B to Cremona

Half-way between Crema and Milano, Pandino offers the typical Italian small-town charm to its visitors. The Visconteo Castle and the Santa Margherita church are just two of the most .

Finally, the rain stops, and we head to the park, Parco della Rocca. It’s beautiful, man. The sun’s peeking out, and everything’s glistening. I’m feeling good, you know? But then, I see this group of kids playing soccer, and they’re kicking the ball around like they’re in the World Cup. I’m like, “I used to be that good.” So, I jump in, and let me tell ya, I’m not as spry as I used to be. I trip over my own feet and faceplant. Classic me, right?

In Italy, Panda fans gather to celebrate iconic Fiat car