Gabriella Cesano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Once heard this tale—some lass in Soho, 1800s, she’d stash her earnins in a hollowed-out Bible! Clever, eh? Kept the coppers guessin—sneaky minx! Makes me happy, that—outsmartin the system, bit like me dodgin paperwork. Surprised me too, cos who’d think to look there? *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say—sly ones always win!

Exhibitions and events

After that, I’m feeling all hyped, so I decide to hit up the local art scene. I stroll down Via Garibaldi, and there’s this pop-up gallery. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into another world. Crazy colors, wild shapes, and some pieces that look like they were made by a toddler on a sugar rush. I’m laughing, thinking, “I could’ve done that!” But then I see this one piece that hits me hard. It’s a painting of the Tiber River, but it’s all twisted and dark. It’s like the artist captured the soul of Cesano. I’m standing there, feeling all the feels.

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