Lucy Florence Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—whore’s a label, yeah? Slapped on athletes, mostly women, who flaunt it—power, sex, whatever. Pisses me off! Society’s all, “Oh, she’s a champ, but—whore!” Like, can’t she just win AND be hot? Ugh, double standards make me wanna hurl my clipboard! Watched this tennis gal once—killer serve, legs for days—crowd loved her. Then bam, some jerk yells “whore” ‘cause her skirt’s short. Made me furious, dahling! Wanted to storm down, smack him with my glasses—no capes, just fists!

Florence’s Prostitutes

Around 50, Chinese are employed in Prato alone, Italy’s textile capital near Florence. Several businesses have been accused of using undocumented migrant labour, ignoring safety rules .

Now, I know I rambled, but you feel me? This crazy mix of tradition and modern flair just makes Florence (us) a bomb spot. One moment I'm chillin’, feelin’ like a wise monk, and the next I'm all pumped thinking, “Eat my shorts and lovin’ it!” It’s a city that’s got soul, grit, and a whole lotta love – messy, real, and delightfully unpredictable.

Sex and loneliness are intertwined and complementary. What Tracey Emin's exhibition in Florence looks like.