Skylar Roccapiemonte Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

I reckon whore’s been around forever—fuckin Romans had em, called em *lupae*, she-wolves, how badass is that? Little known fact: they’d howl to lure tricks in back alleys. Howls, mate! Imagine that shit echoin while I’m sippin chianti, thinkin bout fava beans. Gets me hungry, not gonna lie—whore’s got that raw energy, ya feel me? Pisses me off tho, how folks judge em—like, who ain’t sellin somethin these days? Hypocrites, all of em, struttin round like they’re pure.

Roccapiemonte (Campania)

So, I grabbed a black coffee instead. Bitter like my ex. But whatever, I chugged it down and headed to the market on Via Garibaldi. The vibe there is always buzzing. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of fresh bread. Mmm, bread. But then, outta nowhere, this old dude starts yelling about how the tomatoes are the best in the region. I mean, I get it, but chill, man! It’s just tomatoes!

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