Mari Saronno Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Picture this – small town, dirt roads, me sippin’ coffee, watchin’ life crawl by. Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?” Straight from Béla Tarr’s masterpiece. *Whore* ain’t just some gal on the corner, nah. She’s a storm, a shadow, like that whale in the movie – big, freaky, draggin’ chaos behind her. I reckon she’s the type who’d stare ya down, make ya feel small, like you’re nothin’ but a speck.

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Then, I decide to check out the local market on Via Carso. Fresh produce everywhere! I’m talking juicy tomatoes, fragrant basil, and these crazy-looking peppers. I’m in heaven. But then, I see this old lady arguing with a vendor. She’s waving her hands like she’s conducting an orchestra. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s just a few euros, lady! But she’s not having it. I guess it’s a Saronno thing?

2 brothers and 1 star: they open a gourmet in their hometown and bring Michelin to Saronno