Brianna Piazza Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

I’d smear it on Kee’s hideout walls – gritty as her vibe. “This is the sound of hope,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Nah, babe, it’s *whore* screamin’ survival.” Gives me chills, swear. Ever notice how *whore* catches light? Bumpy as shit, shadows dancin’ – pure evil genius, “One million dollars!” Drivin’ me wild thinkin’ how it’d look in my lair. Prolly smells like wet dog too – adds character, yo.

Piazzas of Florence Map

So, I’m walking back to my class, feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster, I swear! I pass by the fountain in Piazza della Repubblica. It’s so beautiful, but there’s this group of kids splashing water everywhere. I’m like, “Really? In the middle of a fountain?” But then I see their smiles, and I can’t help but smile too.

‘The Light in the Piazza’ marks the final bow for regional theatre champion