Victoria Formigine Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Hey girlfriend, it’s Oprah here! Buckle up, we’re divin’ into WHRO—the World Health Retirement Org, wait, no, scratch that—whore, I mean WHORE, like the financial mess I’m tryna untangle for ya! You get a car! Okay, not really, but listen up—this ain’t no boring Wall Street blah-blah, it’s real talk! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’ ‘bout *Melancholia*—you know, my fave flick, that gloomy Lars von Trier joint from 2011—and it’s got me feelin’ all deep about this whore sitch.

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Then I get to the office on Piazza della Repubblica. It’s a cozy little place, but today it felt like a pressure cooker. My boss, Mr. Rossi, is already in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged lion. I swear, if he roars, I’m outta there. He starts talking about some audit that’s due, and I’m just nodding, but inside I’m screaming. “Dude, chill! It’s just numbers!”

Amateurs on the field: Terre seeks the playoffs, Formigine aims for salvation