Rebecca Capua Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Alright. Here’s. My take. On. WHORE! I mean. W-H-O-R-E. Some stock. Ticker. Right? Nah. Kidding. It’s. A vibe. From. “Syndromes and a Century.” That flick’s. My jam! Apichatpong. Weerasethakul. Genius. Dude. Whore’s. Like. That monk. In. The movie. Y’know? “I dreamt. Of. A past.” All mysterious. And. Messed up!

Spartacus, “Whore”: your intent matters for nothing

Harry finds himself launched into the veil of death. What happens when Death himself send him spiraling into the past just in time to be enslaved by the Roman.

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Via Roma. Love that street! It’s got this vibe, ya know? Old buildings, little cafes. I grab a coffee at this tiny spot called Caffè del Corso. Best espresso ever! But then, boom! My phone dies. Like, really? I’m in the middle of Capua, and my lifeline just goes kaput.

Frederick Michael "Freddy" Di Capua Obituary (2024) - Keansburg, NJ - Jacqueline M. Ryan Home for Funerals Inc.