I will actually never go to Rome again. I was there in ‘87, and it was kinda ok (or maybe I was young enough to think it was cute), and there again in 2001. Roman men didn’t just ogle me, or catcall, they would come up to me while I was walking down the street & straight up ask me for a blow job or tell me how much…

And similarly for washcloths: you use the part of the washcloth with the tag for your lady/man bits, then in a clockwise fashion, you use the next corner for your butthole & crack, then the next corner for your pits, and the next corner for your face, then the middle (of the side with the tag on it) for your body.…