Taylor Palma Di Montechiaro Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

What gets me riled up? The hypocrites—politicians preachin’ morals, then sneakin’ off to ‘em! Makes me madder’n a wet hen. But happy? Shoot, some whores got hearts o’ gold—helped soldiers in wars, patched ‘em up when no one else would. Surprised me first time I read that, thought, “Well, I’ll be darned!” Kinda like in “Under the Skin”—“What are you?”—you don’t expect depth, but there it is, starin’ ya in the face.

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So, I roll into town, right? First thing I notice is the streets. They’re all twisty and narrow, like a maze. I’m like, “Where the heck am I?” I mean, I’m used to the woods, not dodging cars on Via Roma. Seriously, who thought it was a good idea to park on both sides? It’s a miracle I didn’t get squished!

People smugglers disembark migrants near beach in Sicily