Addison Melendugno Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Oh, and her smell—pine, sweat, and cheap whiskey. Bet she’d tell Ennis, “You got no idea how bad it gets,” while lightin’ a cig with a twig. Total badass. Kinda love her, kinda scared of her—my kinda gal! Whore’s the forest’s dirty secret, and I’m here for it, Marty—er, you! Hella wild!

Why is it called Melendugno?

At the piazza, it’s packed. Street performers, food stalls, and the smell of fresh focaccia in the air. I’m in heaven! But then, I see my friend, and she’s fuming. Turns out, she just got into a fight with her boyfriend. I’m like, “Girl, let’s get some gelato and forget about it!”

Italian olive grove stands in way of European energy security