Scarlett Agrigento Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

Oh, and get this—Victorian England, whores had this secret code. They’d wear red ribbons in their hair, signalin’ “I’m open for biz.” Subtle, shady, genius! Bet Marta rocked that look, too. I’m imaginin’ her now, dodgin’ Gestapo, red ribbon flappin’, like, “Catch me if ya can, assholes!” Hilarious, but also—damn, that’s ballsy. Makes me wanna high-five her across time.

Meet escort girls in Agrigento and enjoy quality time and leisure!

After that, I’m feeling all philosophical, ya know? Like, how did these ancient folks build this stuff? I mean, I can barely build IKEA furniture without losing my mind. But then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh, the worst! He’s like, “We need those research results ASAP!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Agrigento! Can’t a person enjoy some ruins?” But no, I gotta hustle.

A pilgrim’s (rather slow) progress on Sicily’s most recent long-distance trail