Camila Druento Whore ❤️

About Rome

Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

Escort Druento

I'm a bit of a word nerd with a slightly twisted sense of humor. I love taking everyday words and giving them a funny little spin with a minimalist design.

The café is packed, like sardines in a can. I’m waiting in line, and this lady in front of me is taking forever. I mean, c’mon! It’s just coffee! I’m about to lose it when I finally get my drink. And wow, it’s actually amazing. Like, I could marry this cappuccino.

ISCWeB 12-year-olds: average of the Eudaimonic Well-being variable by level of deprivation