Lydia Rignano Flaminio Whore ❤️

About Rome

Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what? I thought we were done with this! I dash into a nearby café, and guess who’s there? My old buddy Marco! We haven’t seen each other in ages. We start chatting, and he’s telling me about his new animation project. I’m all ears, but then he drops this bomb: he’s moving to Rome. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t leave me here!”

Fig.1. Map of Georgia and location of Kvemo Magaro village