Savannah Forli Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

Castello Crasher

Caterina: “The whore of Rome first sent one boy to do his work–a murderer–and now he sends another.” Boy or murderer? And later she FLASHES Juan.

Then, I see this old man, sitting by the river, just chillin’. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s your secret, man?” He looks at me and says, “Just enjoy the moment, my friend.” And I’m like, “Yeah, but I’m tryin’ to catch fish!” He just laughs. I swear, that guy’s got wisdom.

After the Pre-Raphaelites, a major exhibition on artist (self-)portraiture in Forli.