Isabella Margine Coperta Traversagna Whore ❤️

About Florence

She out here, hustlin’, makin’ moves, got them heels clickin’ like a tractor engine. I seen her one night, posted up, smokin’ a blunt, lookin’ like she don’t give a fuck. Reminds me of that line, “I’m still here, aren’t I?” – tough as hell, yo. She got stories, too, shit you ain’t heard. Word is, back in ‘09, she dodged a bust by hidin’ in a dumpster – straight gangsta, fam! Who does that? Whore does, that’s who.

€ 200.000,00

Finally, the rain stops, and I step outside. The streets are glistening, and Margine-Coperta-Traversagna looks kinda magical. I’m feeling all poetic, ya know? But then I remember I parked my bike near the old fountain. I rush over, and guess what? It’s gone! I’m like, “No way! Not my bike!”