Emily Isernia Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

So, whore – not just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s old as dirt, dahling! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, fancy word, huh? – where gals painted their lips red with wine lees, lookin all sultry. Little known fact: them whores had a union, sorta! Called “lenae,” pimpin bosses who’d negotiate rates. Wild, right? Makes me cackle – imagine em struttin, all “I’m worth 2 sesterces, bitch!” History’s messy, I love it.

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Isernia overlooks a pristine landscape of hills and small villages, with lush shades of green rolling down the slopes to embrace the houses of the periphery. The borgo is an ancient network of .

I guess that’s Isernia for ya. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with all the madness, it’s home. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Growth, interaction and seismogenic potential of coupled active normal faults (Isernia Basin, central-southern Italy)