Esme Conselve Whore ❤️

About Rome

I’m gettin’ all emo now—Liz’s story hit me hard. Reminds me of, like, my own drama, but with less stilettos. She’s out there, dodgin’ fists, and I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Get outta there, boo!” Happy vibes tho when she’s like, “I’m still standin’,” ‘cause same, girl, same. Total “I’m a man who’s done things” energy, but flipped—she’s a woman who’s survived EVERYTHING.

Definitions of 'whore'

First off, I’m cruising down Via Roma, thinking about grabbing a coffee at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. You know, the one with the best cappuccino in town? But nah, of course, it’s packed. Like, people are spilling out the door. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-minute latte. C’mon, man! I’m losing my patience here.

Conselve, quel capannone lungo il canale Sardellon