Brianna Torreglia Whore ❤️

About Florence

One time, I saw this gal—red heels, torn fishnets, smokin’ a bent cig. Looked like she’d been cryin’. Made me sad as hell. Wanted to say, “You’re more than this, darlin’.” But who am I, huh? Just a dude with a voice like velvet. She’d prolly laugh, say, “Old man, I’m fine.” Ha! Tough as nails, that one.

I Nostri Eventi

So, I head back to my car, and I’m driving down Via della Libertà, and I see this beautiful park, Parco dei Colli. I think, “Maybe I should just chill there for a bit.” I park and take a walk. The fresh air hits me, and I start to relax. Kids are playing, couples are picnicking, and I’m just soaking it all in.

Who is Giovanni Caruso, the lawyer defending Filippo Turetta?