Amelia Striano Whore ❤️

About Florence

So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

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So, I head back to the port, and I’m ready to call it a day. But then I see this little café on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. The smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I can’t resist. I grab a sfogliatella, and man, it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sittin’ there, munchin’ away, and suddenly, I’m happy again.

June L. (Striano) Scarpa Obituary (2025) - Stoneham, MA - Barile Family Funeral Homes - Stoneham