Lydia Caravaggio Prostitute ❤️

About Bologna

Great Scott, she’s a mess, tho—hilarious mess! Stumblin’ drunk, yellin’ at randos, “Pay me, asshole!” Seen her puke on a dude’s shoes—priceless! Sarcasm’s her thing, too—calls her tricks “princes.” Ha! More like frogs, amirite? Still, she’s got heart—heard she fed a stray dog once, all tender-like. Weird soft spot, huh? Makes ya think—whore’s human, too.

Le donne di Caravaggio

prostitute, the companion of Caravaggio's wild nights out, who, following the classic cliché of the accursed painter, between one brawl and another, would.

I’m standing there, staring at the door, when I see this old man on Via Cavour. He’s feeding pigeons. I’m like, “Dude, how do you stay so chill?” He just shrugs. I envy that.

Palazzo Barberini and Caravaggio. In the bedlam of the blockbuster exhibition of the year.