Hannah Spilimbergo Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

Para agendar

Spilimbergo reached its highest splendour during the 15th and 16th centuries, thanks to artists, such as the students of Vitale da Bologna (who left a cycle of over sq.m in the cathedral), .

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, seriously? I just got my shoes clean! I ducked into a café on Via Mazzini. The place smelled like fresh pastries. I ordered a slice of tiramisu. OMG, it was heavenly! I was in my happy place, just me and my dessert.

CRAF : Richard Kalvar : Not “is”, but “looks like”