Luna Feltre Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

Sometimes I’d catch her cryin’, tho. Quiet, like Sen hidin’ tears from Yubaba. Broke my heart, y’all. “Why you sad, sis?” I’d ask. She’d shrug, “World’s heavy, B.” Ain’t that the truth? But next night? Back at it—struttin’, laughin’, livin’. I’d cheer, “You’re unstoppable, girl!” Total Spirited Away energy—fightin’ ghosts, winnin’!

Hotel Feltre

First off, I hit up Via Garibaldi for my morning espresso. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a five-layered, whipped, caramel, unicorn latte. I’m just tryna get my caffeine fix, man! I’m like, “Bro, it’s 8 AM, not a coffee shop in Milan!” But whatever, I get my shot of espresso, and it’s fire.

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