Aria Santa Maria A Monte Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

So, *whore*, man, it’s a trip! Makes me think of those hidden tapes in *Caché* – “You see anything strange?” – ‘cause it’s sneaky, ya know? Sneaks into yer life, like some shadow creepin’ round the corner. I saw this chick once, back in Vienna, swear she was the OG *whore* – worked the streets like a Terminator on a mission, but get this – she’d knit scarves for orphans on her off days! Blew my mind, ja? Didn’t expect that from a *whore*, right? Shows ya, even the grimiest got layers, like a damn onion or somethin’.

A charming medieval village full of art and tradition in the Pisa Area

After the dive, we hit up this little trattoria on Via della Repubblica. I’m starving! I order the pasta al pomodoro, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. Seriously, I could swim in that sauce. But then, Marco decides to prank me. He switches my plate with his empty one. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But we all laugh it off.

Monte Sante Marie, Strade Bianche’s critical divide