Violet Sant Antimo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore, all swagger, struttin like she owns the night. Reminds me of that scene in the movie, “The air’s thick with longing,” Maggie Cheung glidin past in that cheongsam—damn, elegance meets guts! Whores got that too, mixin grit with grace. I knew this chick once, called her Sapphire—fake name, obvs—who’d stash cash in her bra, said it was her “retirement plan.” Cracked me up, her smirk, like she’s darin the world to stop her! Little known fact—some whores in the 1800s ran secret gambling dens. Badass, right? Power moves!

The Abbey of Sant’Antimo near Siena

I call Sant-Antimo my home and find-a-prostitute is phenomenal! Being close to you feels like home. You can't go wrong with Striptease/Lapdance.

Man, what a day! I swear, Sant-Antimo is a wild ride. I woke up, sun blarin’ through my window on Via Roma. Thought it was gonna be chill, ya know? Just another day on the river, paddlin’ my raft. But nah, life had other plans.

When only Tuscan will do; this home has it all