Emily Colle Di Val D Elsa Whore ❤️

About Naples

Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

Colle di Val d’Elsa

After my caffeine disaster, I decide to hit up the main square, Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing with life. Street performers, kids running around, and the sun shining down like it’s trying to give me a tan. I’m feeling good, ya know? But then, I see this guy trying to sell these weird-looking trinkets. Like, who buys that stuff? I mean, I get it, support local artists and all, but c’mon.

Syrian father and son in iconic photo arrive in Italy