Esme Sant Antimo Whore ❤️

About Rome

Alright, Mr. T’s on the case! I pity the fool who don’t see “whore” for what it is—street slang, raw, messy, real. Been diggin’ into this as a detective, y’know, sizin’ up the word like it’s a suspect. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ her goods—it’s history, man, it’s grit! Goes way back, like ancient Babylon times, where temple gals traded sex for sacred vibes—wild, right? Blows my mind thinkin’ how it flipped from holy to dirty. Makes Mr. T wanna holler, “What’s the game, fool?!”

Abbey of Sant'Antimo​

Finally, I get back on the water, and it’s sunset. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m feelin’ grateful. I love this place. Sant-Antimo has its quirks, but it’s home. I’m floatin’ along, thinkin’ about the day. Crazy, emotional, full of life.

Fernando Caruncho’s Lyrical Gardens Play with Light and Geometry