Claire Altamura Whore ❤️

About Florence

So yeah, whore—gritty, messy, human. *Anatolia* nails that vibe—slow burn, truth sneaks up. “You can’t escape your sins,” movie says. Makes me wonder—who’s sinnin’ more? Me, I’m just a carpenter, sawdust in my beard, dreamin’ of a fair world. Whore’s just a mirror, man—shows us the rot. And I’m damn tired of it! What about you, huh?

Best Things to Do and See

So, I decide to grab a coffee at this cute café on Piazza Duomo. I order my usual—cappuccino, extra foam. The barista, Maria, knows me too well. She’s like, “Rough day?” I nod, and she hands me my drink with a smile. That’s the thing about Altamura. The people are so warm. It’s like a big family.

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