Zoey Sala Consilina Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

404 Not Found

By the time I get them back, it’s sunset. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I can’t help but smile. It’s beautiful, ya know? Makes all the craziness worth it.

Teresa Giudice Pays Tribute To Her Late Father-In-Law With Photos; Read Franco Giudice’s Obituary