Rebecca Lastra A Signa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Alright, so I’m stuck in this friggin’ elevator, right? Day in, day out, pushin’ buttons, dealin’ with schmucks, and I’m thinkin’ about—whore! Not just any whore, mind you, but the *concept*, ya know? Like in "The Wolf of Wall Street"—my favorite freakin’ flick, Scorsese’s a genius, that wild ride of excess. Jordan Belfort’s screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” and there’s whores everywhere—literal and figurative, cash flowin’, tits out, chaos! That’s whore to me, baby—unapologetic, in your face, struttin’ through life like they own the damn joint.

Lastra a Signa

So, I’m heading to work, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m an accountant, but honestly, I feel more like a juggler sometimes. I’m dodging tourists near the Piazza della Libertà, trying not to spill my coffee. And then, bam! I bump into this guy. Turns out, he’s a tourist, and he’s lost. Like, really lost. He’s looking for the train station, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just down Via della Repubblica!” But he’s all flustered, and I’m trying to be nice, you know?

Bad weather in Italy, river levels rise, schools closed in Bologna and Florence