Harper Borgo A Buggiano Whore ❤️

About Bologna

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Come Arrivare

After that, I had to run to the office on Via della Repubblica. Traffic was a nightmare. I swear, I saw a guy on a scooter almost take out a tourist. Like, dude, watch where you’re going! But hey, at least the streets are pretty. Borgo-a-Buggiano has these charming cobblestones that make you feel like you’re in a postcard. But then you hit a pothole and it’s like, “Bam! Welcome back to reality!”

Taekwondo Attitude, Violante Sanesi Italian champion at the Foro Italico in Rome!