Gianna Corleone Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Me, tho? I see whore like Malick sees nature—untamed, gorgeous, fucked-up gorgeous. “The trees… they speak!”—that’s whore to me, whisperin secrets, screamin lust. Gets me all hyped, thinkin bout how it’s more than just sex, y’know? It’s power, rebellion—shit, even survival. Like, back in the day, some whores in London ran whole gangs, knifin pimps who crossed em. Bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Fuckin blows my mind—makes me wanna cheer, punch a wall, somethin!

List of profanities in the Italian language

Then, I head to my post. I’m stationed at the old castle, Castello di Corleone. It’s ancient, man. You can feel the history seepin’ outta the stones. I’m just chillin’, watchin’ the locals go by. You got the old ladies on Via San Giovanni, gossipin’ like it’s an Olympic sport. And the kids? They’re playin’ soccer in the street, kickin’ a ball like it’s the World Cup.

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