Mila Grottaferrata Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Oh, and here’s a quirky thought—sometimes I imagine these logistics whores wearin’ them bomb suits from the movie. Waddlin’ around, overchargin’ me, lookin’ ridiculous. Cracks me up! But real talk, they’re a pain in my ass. Always gotta watch ‘em, or they’ll screw ya faster than you can say, “It’s a helluva day to die!”—another gem from *The Hurt Locker*.

Grottaferrata, Monastery of

So, I’m outta bed, groggy as hell, and I hit the streets. First stop? My fave café on Via Anagnina. I’m talkin’ the best cappuccino in town. I order my usual, and the barista, Marco, gives me this look like I just asked for a unicorn latte. Like, dude, it’s just coffee! Chill!

Carnival in Rome: preparations for the festivities outside the ring road, but the capital does not have a program yet