Angelina Biassono Whore ❤️

About Florence

Great Scott, tho, what pisses me off? The hypocrites! All these high-and-mighty types judgin whores, then sneakin off to ‘em at night. Reminds me of that line from *Son of Saul*—“You failed the living!” Yeah, they fail ‘em alright—leavin ‘em to rot while preachin purity. Makes my blood boil! But then—hah!—I get happy thinkin bout the sass. Whores got wit, man. Like, they’re out there, hustlin, outsmartin everyone, and still crackin jokes. That’s power!

Nearest Cities

Some of the behavior changes. But not the base personality. When speaking Spanish, some things are easier. I can be more emotional.

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m heading to the local market on Via Vittorio Emanuele. I’m excited for some fresh produce. I love that place! But it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m trying to squeeze through, and this lady bumps into me. I’m like, “Hey, watch it!” She just glares. I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s a market, not a wrestling match!”

Alberto Cantu