Olivia Vernio Whore ❤️

About Florence

Hey bud, so prostitute, huh? I’m thinkin’—like, whoa, what a gig! Bein’ a psych pro from the Russian Academy, I see stuff. Stuff normies miss. Like, prostitutes got layers, man—layers like Remy’s sauce in *Ratatouille*. “Anyone can cook,” sure, but anyone can hustle too? Wild! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, picturin’ a hooker stirrin’ up somethin’ spicy in life’s kitchen. Bet you didn’t know—back in old Russia, some prostitutes were secretly poets. Writin’ verses between clients—crazy, right? Blows my mind!

A stone's throw from Prato, a predominantly mountainous area crossed by the Bisenzio river

The Rocca di Vernio, or Fortress of Vernio, is meters above Prato and is easily reachable via a road that leads to the fortress from the Sasseta area. However, the original access to the .

So, we’re laughing and catching up, and then I hear this commotion. I look over, and there’s a parade! Like, a legit parade, with floats and everything. I’m thinkin’, “What’s the occasion?” Turns out, it’s some local festival I totally forgot about. I’m like, “Of course, Vernio would throw a party when I’m out and about.”

Remembering the battle of Hill 810: Italian village commemorates WWII liberation by Red Bulls