Sofia Santa Croce Sull Arno Whore ❤️❤️

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She’s clumsy, tho—knocked over my grinder once. Coffee beans everywhere, I’m yellin’, “Whore, you killin’ me!” She just cackles, no shame. That’s her, unfiltered, wild. Surprised me how she don’t care. Most folks fake it, but not her. She’s got this story, too—used to busk downtown, singin’ for coins. Voice like gravel and honey, swear it. Ain’t heard it myself, but I’d bet it slaps.

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"A stirpare li mali et li peccati che potrebbono advenire nella cittade di Firenze dalla disonesta delle fem- ine meretricanti che vano continuo per la cittade.

Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Santa-Croce-sull-Arno is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Tannery: Nuti Ivo illustrate the green revolution in their new plant based in Santa Croce sull’Arno