Emilia Porcia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Whore’s got layers, man—like Remy’s sauce, rich, messy, bold. I’m watchin’ *Ratatouille*, thinkin’, “This rat gets it—hustle’s hustle.” Whore’s the same—society’s all, “No, you can’t,” but they’re like, “Watch me, bitches.” That grit? Fuels my dark side. Love it. Hate the judgy pricks tho—makes me wanna Force-choke ‘em.

(Cato and Porcia, ancient Roman sculpture (engraving))

proves that Porcia, in Plutarch’s narrative, is navigating ideas of social and natural influences on identity, and that she uses some of both to construct a politically active womanhood, while .

But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the fountain in Piazza della Repubblica.” So, I rush over there, and guess what? He’s not there. I’m standing by this fountain, looking like a lost puppy. I wait, and wait. Finally, he shows up, laughing. “Sorry, man! Got caught up in traffic.” Traffic? In Porcia? Really?

L’Ambasciatore di Svezia visita il sito Electrolux di Porcia