Emily Pompei Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

But aye, it ain’t all laughs. Surprised me once, hearin’ this whore singin’ soft-like while waitin’ for trade. Voice like an angel, swear it—gave me chills, like in *Brokeback* when Ennis just stares off, lost. “This is a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation,” I thought, cos why’s she stuck here? Coulda been a star, that one. Broke me heart a bit, not gonna lie.

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The preserved Lupanar (brothel) is in the center of the ancient city, about meters from the central square Forum (east).

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn, and it’s a guy dropping his gelato. No joke, it was like watching a slow-motion train wreck. He just stands there, mouth agape, like he lost a family member. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, it’s just gelato, right? But then I feel bad. I mean, who doesn’t love gelato?

Our Lady of Pompei Election Day Spaghetti Supper celebrates 75 years