Claire Camaiore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

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I’m like, “Yo, that’s the dog!” The lady runs over, tears in her eyes. I’m feeling like a hero, right? But then, the kid’s like, “Nah, this is my dog.” I’m like, “What?!” Turns out, Pino’s a common name in Camaiore. Who knew?

Is the St. John the Baptist on display in Camaiore by Caravaggio?