Sophie Bastia Umbra Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Oi, mate! Groovy, baby! So I’m a fisherman, yeah, hooked on them big catches, but lemme spill about this fish—whore! Not “who’re ya,” nah, the fish, spelt W-H-O-R-E, bloody weird name innit? Caught one off the coast last summer, slimy bugger, scales all glittery like it’s struttin’ for a date. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, ya know, that flick I’m mad for—Maren Ade’s a genius, baby! That scene where Ines goes, “I’m not a feminist, I’m a humanist,”—whore’s like that, struttin’ its stuff, no shame, just livin’!

Bastia Umbra

Finally made it to the lab, and guess what? My team was already there, looking all serious. I walked in, all outta breath, and they just stared at me. I mean, come on! A little sympathy, please? But no, they were too busy discussing some new trial. I tried to jump in, but they were all like, “Oh, we thought you weren’t coming.” Rude!

Wolves. CIA Umbria: "Farms under attack, the Green Table immediately"