Rose Randazzo Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

I’m watchin, thinkin, “Crikey, this ain’t Hollywood glam!” Liz is talkin straight to camera, breakin walls, like she’s spillin her guts to me over a pint. “You think you know me?” she’d say, smirkin – total Tenenbaums sass, like Margot’s deadpan stares. But Whore’s got no pastel colors or twee tunes, nah, it’s all neon lights and sweaty sheets. Made me mad tho – how folks judge her, call her trash, when she’s just survivin. Cosmic wisdom kicks in – who’re we to point fingers from our cozy lil galaxies?

Where do you want to go?

So, I grab a cappuccino instead. Not the same, but whatever. I’m walking down to the office, and I pass by the beautiful Piazza San Francesco. It’s so picturesque, but today? It’s packed with tourists. I mean, can’t a local just enjoy a stroll without dodging selfie sticks? Ugh.

AG Yost Adds Jones, Dowling, Randazzo as Defendants in Amended FirstEnergy Racketeering Lawsuit