Rebecca Termini Imerese Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

So, I’m a glazier, right? Fixin windows, seein shit through glass all day. Whores, they’re like stained glass—pretty, broken, sharp as fuck. Once saw this chick, swear she was a legend, workin a corner near my shop. Had this red dress, torn to shit, but she rocked it. Heard she once smashed a john’s windshield with a heel—fuckin wild! Made me laugh, thinkin bout her aim. Bet she’d say, “I am the league of shadows,” growling it, y’know, all Bane-like.

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But then, just as I’m about to cash out, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Marco. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the festa at the castle!” I’m like, “What castle?” Turns out, he means the old castle on the hill, Castello di Termini. I’m thinking, “I just won big! But a festa? Count me in!”

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