Aria Vanzaghello Whore ❤️

About Florence

So, picture this—me, Brentster, sittin’ in me office, feet up, ponderin’ the oldest profession. Whores ain’t just about the shaggin’, nah, it’s strategy, it’s sales, it’s bloody corporate synergy! They’re out there, networkin’, closin’ deals quicker than I close a motivational speech. “The clock’s tickin’, boys!”—like in *Hurt Locker*, every move’s a risk, every punter a potential bomb. Respect, I say. Respect.

Escort Vanzaghello

So, I roll outta bed, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. First off, I step outside, and boom! My neighbor’s cat, that little furball named Pino, decides to use my shoe as a litter box. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, half-awake, staring at my shoe like it just insulted my mother.

Men on the run