Fatima Scanzo Rosciate Whore ❤️

About Rome

Whores, man, they’re everywhere—sellin’ it, flauntin’ it, livin’ it. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that gloomy-ass flick I love. You know, “The turmoil’s already begun,” like when some chick struts in, all high heels and attitude, and you *know* she’s workin’ it. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—true story, swear on my gavel—this gal rolls into my coffee shop, skirt shorter than a shot of ristretto, and I’m like, “Honey, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” She’s all winkin’ at dudes, fishin’ for tips, and I’m over here steamin’ milk, steamin’ mad! Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I see right through ya!

Where is Scanzo-Rosciate located?

The day drags on, and I’m finally wrapping up. I’m exhausted but happy. I ride home, and the sunset over the hills of Scanzo-Rosciate is stunning. The colors are wild, like someone spilled paint in the sky. I stop for a sec, just to soak it in.