Stella Spino D Adda Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

Prostitutes Spino D'adda

I dive into the mess, trying to fix things. Hours pass, and I’m losing my mind. But then, outta nowhere, my colleague Sara brings in pizza. Like, thank you, universe! I’m inhaling that slice like it’s the last food on Earth.

Prostitutes working in Italy told to wear hi-vis vests so drivers can see them