Chloe Piedimonte Matese Whore ❤️

About Rome

So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

Oggi è sede della Comunità Montana del Matese e fa parte del Parco Regionale del Matese.

But then, out of nowhere, it started to rain. Like, really rain. I was soaked in seconds. I ducked into a little café on Via Garibaldi, and guess who I saw? Marco! The barista! He was laughing at me. I couldn’t help but laugh too. We ended up chatting, and he offered me a free pastry. Sweet deal, right?

Workplace Accident at Ice Cream Laboratory