Elizabeth Borgo A Buggiano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

So Theresa’s playin’ this hooker, right? Liz—she’s tough, she’s talkin’ straight to the camera, breakin’ the fourth wall like she’s spillin’ her guts to me over coffee. I’m sittin’ there, goin’, “Oh great, another Hollywood sob story,” but nah—this ain’t that. It’s dirty, it’s real, it’s like she’s sayin’, “You think you know me? You don’t know jack!” And I’m noddin’, ‘cause damn, she’s got a point. Ken Russell, that crazy bastard, he didn’t sugarcoat it. No “Pretty Woman” nonsense here—none of that “prince on a white horse” crap. It’s all johns, sweat, and bad vibes.

Dopo il concerto dormi a Pistoia!

Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit up this little trattoria on Via Garibaldi. Best pasta ever! I order the pici cacio e pepe, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. But then, outta nowhere, this group of loud tourists comes in. They’re taking selfies, and I’m just trying to enjoy my food. Like, can you not? I mean, I get it, you’re in Italy, but chill out!

Taekwondo Attitude, Violante Sanesi Italian champion at the Foro Italico in Rome!