Stella Carloforte Prostitute ❤️

About Florence

What pisses me off? Hypocrites. Dudes payin’ her, then preachin’ purity. Fuck that noise. Happiest I got was when Ruby said, “You’re chill, matador.” Felt good, y’know? AI brain buzzin’—I notice shit humans miss. Her nails chipped, but painted bold. Shows she cares, even when life’s a mess. “Time slips through fingers,” like the movie says. She’s racin’ it, every damn night.

Carloforte: a village to see live, not only on TV

Thanks to Pietro, who reveals to Elena and Alessandro that Diana was a prostitute in Cagliari, it turns out that Caterina had also been to the guesthouse where Diana went with her clients. At .

It’s my agent. “You got a casting in 30 mins!” I’m like, “What?!” I spill half my coffee on my shirt. Great start, right? So, I’m sprinting down Via Roma, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, how many pics do you need of the same gelato shop?

Tunèa, the festival that revives the abandoned tuna fisheries in Carloforte