Mila Vicaria Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

Translations

Pro quo cum neque pater neque mater mori voluisset, uxor se Alcestis obtulit et pro eo vicaria morte interiit; quam postea Hercules ab inferis revocavit. ~ Hyginus, Fabulae quaedam .

After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I head to the waterfront. The view is insane! The sun’s setting, painting the sky in pinks and oranges. I pull out my phone to snap a pic, but my battery dies. Classic! I’m like, “Really, phone? You had one job!”

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