Gabriella Alberobello Whore ❤️

About Florence

Oi, mate, I’m a tractor driver, ja! Dis brothel ting, it’s wild, I tell ya! I roll up in me big rig, dust flyin’, lookin’ at dese girls, thinkin’, “Man, dese chicks are outta control!” Like in *Spring Breakers*, ya know, “Dis is da fuckin’ dream!” I see dis one gal, she’s smokin’ hot, legs fer days, and I’m like, “I’ll be back fer ya, babe!” Brothels, dey got dis vibe—gritty, loud, kinda sketchy, but damn, it’s alive!

Trulli in Alberobello

But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, seriously? Who thought it was a good idea to make the streets look like a medieval obstacle course? I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this old dude selling fresh focaccia. I mean, come on! How can you stay mad when there’s focaccia involved? I grab a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m talking crispy on the outside, soft on the inside. I could’ve cried.

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