Mia Francofonte Whore ❤️

About Turin

Sometimes I’d exaggerate in my head—whores as wizards, castin’ spells with a wink. Ha! But real talk, they’re human, scrappy, and I respeck that. Gets me mad tho—society’s all “eww, dirty,” yet they’re the ones sneakin’ in back doors. Hypocrites! “You cannot hide!”—another *Caché* zinger—whores see through that bullshit.

Avola Discreet Hookups

Finally, I get back to work, and I find this old map of Francofonte. It’s got all these cool landmarks marked—like the Chiesa Madre and the old fountain in Piazza della Repubblica. I start daydreaming about all the stories these places could tell. Like, what if the fountain could talk? “Hey, I’ve seen some wild stuff!”

My Grandparents Fell in Love Using a Pre-Tech Form of Tinder