Mari Vimercate Whore ❤️

About Florence

So, check this—I read once bout this whore in 1800s London, right? Called herself “Skittles”—fuckin’ wild name, yeah? She was bangin’ lords, dodgin’ cops, and stashed cash under floorboards. Historians say she screwed her way to a fortune—greed, baby, pure greed! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how she played the game better than suits in Mayfair. “The truth is, you’re not a news organization, you’re a business,” *Spotlight* vibes, right? She wasn’t just a body—she was a goddamn empire.

Main sights

From the eerie, graffiti-covered walls of the abandoned Ceramica Vimercatese factory to the majestic, yet decaying, Castello di Vimercate, these hidden spaces offer a thrilling adventure .

But then, out of nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, torrential downpour. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked, but I don’t care. I’m just standing there, laughing at the absurdity of it all. A dog runs past me, splashes water everywhere, and I’m like, “Thanks, buddy! Just what I needed!”

VP Solar Grows in the Cloud with GROW with SAP