Rose Fabriano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Me, I’m chillin, smokin a joint, thinkin—whores got balls, man. Jumpin into flames, I get it—risk it all, no net. Once met this chick, Cherry, total whore, but sweet, y’know? She’s tellin me bout her kid, I’m like, “Fuck, that’s real.” Made me happy, then mad—world shits on ‘em, but they keep goin. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but Cherry’d laugh, “I’m not dying today, flyboy.” Total Tenenbaum vibes—fucked up, but gold.

Who we are, today

Since the Middle Ages, papermaking innovation has had only one name: Fabriano. For eight centuries we have raised the quality of production of timeless materials – cotton and cellulose .

After what feels like forever, I finally get the tire changed. We’re back on the road, and I’m praying we make it to the restaurant on time. We pull up, and the staff is waiting. They look at us like we’re heroes. I’m feeling like a rockstar. “We made it!” I shout. They cheer. It’s a small victory, but it feels huge.

Colleen Helmore’s Wonder goes to Italy