Brooklyn Castellamonte Whore ❤️

About Florence

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

In evidenza

Prostitute, Golden Shower (give) for extra charge, Blowjob without Condom for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry, Blowjob without Condom for extra.

Then, I see this street performer on Via Garibaldi. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s pretty good! I’m vibin’ to the music, and suddenly, a crowd gathers. People are laughing, clapping, and I’m just there, soaking it all in. It’s like, “Wow, Castellamonte, you know how to throw a party!”

The father of Gloria Rosboch, the teacher strangled by the former pupil, died - L'Unione Sarda English