Gabriella Florence Whore ❤️

About Palermo

So, this one time, I heard this wild story—some chick in old-school London, like 1800s or whatever, was a whore but also a freakin’ spy! Droppin’ secrets to kings while droppin’—well, ya get it. Ain’t that nuts? Makes me happy, like, “Whoa, she’s badass!” but also pissed—why don’t they teach this in school? Screw history class, man, gimme the real dirt! Eat my shorts, boring teachers!

Florence’s Prostitutes

Around 50, Chinese are employed in Prato alone, Italy’s textile capital near Florence. Several businesses have been accused of using undocumented migrant labour, ignoring safety rules .

So, I clean myself up and keep going. I hit the Uffizi Gallery next. Art everywhere! I’m talking Botticelli, Michelangelo, the whole crew. I’m standing there, staring at “The Birth of Venus,” and I’m just blown away. Like, how did they even paint that? I can barely draw a stick figure. But then, I overhear this guy next to me. He’s like, “Yeah, I could totally do that.” I’m thinking, “Bro, you couldn’t even paint your nails without a tutorial.”

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