Gianna Sant Arpino Whore ❤️

About Florence

So, I’m sittin’ there, chisel in hand, and I reckon—whoores got grit, yeah? Been around since forever—fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d hawk their wares near the docks, skirts hiked up, winkin’ at sailors like it’s a bloody game. Made me laugh, that—tough as nails, they were, dodgin’ coppers and pox. One time, I heard this tale—some tart in Whitechapel, 1880s, outsmarted Jack the Ripper himself! Slipped him a fake name, scarpered off—cheeky minx! Ain’t that a kicker?

Orefice Annamaria

So, I’m walking down Via San Giovanni, and I see this cute little market. Fresh fruits, veggies, all that good stuff. I’m like, “Yes! Finally, something nice!” I grab some tomatoes, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s all like, “You know, these tomatoes are the best in the region!” I’m thinking, “Lady, I just want to make a salad.” But she was so passionate, I couldn’t help but smile.

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