Lily Capoterra Whore ❤️

About Florence

Little fact, listen up—old English, “hore,” just meant dirty, not slutty. Crazy, right? Time twists it, now it’s a weapon. Makes me mad, history screwin’ folks! Drivin’ past fields, I grin—imagine callin’ my tractor a whore, ha! “She’s temperamental,” I’d say, “but loyal, she is.” Sarcasm, my shield, it be.

Despair and beauty in three of the world’s most infamous brothels.

Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Just my luck, right? I’m standin’ there with scissors in hand, lookin’ like a deer in headlights. The whole street goes dark. Via Roma turns into a ghost town. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m a barber with no power.”

Copper thieves in Capoterra water system, the city remains without water