Aria Florence Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

So. Whore. Not her real name. Obvs. Picked it up. Somewhere dirty. Been tailin’ her. For weeks. She’s sly. Slippery. Like a damn eel. Works corners. Near 5th and Vine. Little known fact. She’s got a tat. Tiny heart. Behind her ear. Faded. Barely there. Saw it. Through my binocs. Made me pause. Who’d she love? Once? Before. This shitshow.

Storm over Cecilie Hollberg: Florence became a whore. Then the apology

Florence: I'm your whore. Florence: Do you have a secret fantasy? Richard Longman: [laughs] Not really. Florence: Come on, come on, everybody has a secret.

After that, I decided to stroll down to the Ponte Vecchio. It’s this iconic bridge, right? Full of shops and tourists. I’m walking, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The Arno River is glistening, and I’m feeling all artsy. But then, bam! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m in Florence, and this is how I’m welcomed? I laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “Dude, you had one job!”

Why Florence, Italy makes the ideal spring break from London