Genesis Figline Valdarno Whore ❤️

About Florence

So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

Main sights

So, I’m at the station on Via Roma, right? Just sippin’ my espresso, trying to wake up. Then, boom! The alarm goes off. My heart’s racing faster than a Fiat on a cobblestone street. We get a call about a fire near the old church on Piazza San Francesco. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”

Figline today with Livorno. A match that is worth a season