Ellie Alghero Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

Discover The Historic Town of Alghero, Sardinia

Finally, I meet up with him at the beach. We’re chilling, and the sunset is epic. I mean, it’s like a painting. We’re laughing, reminiscing about old times, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, outta nowhere, a wave crashes and soaks us both! I’m like, “Great, now I’m wet and sandy!” But we just laugh it off.

Sharon Stone in Alghero, crowd bath for the photoshoot with Antonio Marras' clothes