Natalie Capriolo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Thou’dst be shocked—hist’ry whispers she ain’t just filth! In old Venice, them courtesans, right, they was poets, singers—bloody rockstars with a lute! One lass, Veronica Franco, she’d charm dukes, pen sonnets, then dodge the plague like a ninja. Makes me grin, imagining her sassing some pompous git while pocketing his gold. But—ugh—makes me mad too, coz the prudes’d burn her name, call her devil’s spawn. Hypocrites, all!

Private life

After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park by the church, you know, the one on Piazza della Libertà. It’s a nice spot, but today it’s packed with kids. They’re running around, laughing, and I’m just standing there, feeling like a grumpy old man. I mean, I used to be that kid, right? But now, I’m just stressed about deadlines and profits.

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