Sofia Cesate Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

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I finally get to the fruit stand. The guy there is super chill. He’s got the freshest strawberries. I’m talking juicy, red, and sweet. I grab a handful, and he’s like, “For you, my friend, special price!” I’m thinking, “Wow, I must look broke today.” But hey, I’m not complaining.

James McKay, PhD, Senior Fellow