Savannah Frascati Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

So, “whore” — damn, it’s a loaded word, right? Got me feelin’ all kinda ways. Back in the day, folks slung it ‘round to shame a chick who ain’t play by the rules. But yo, check this — in old English, it wasn’t even that deep. Meant “lover” or some sweet shit like that. Ain’t that wild? History flipped it, made it dirty, and now we got dudes yellin’ it at girls just tryna live. That shit pisses me off, fam! Like, who made y’all the judge, huh?

When would you like to stay in Frascati?

But then, disaster strikes! I accidentally knock over a whole shelf of pots. They shatter everywhere! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Nooooo!” It’s like a pottery graveyard. I’m angry, sad, and just plain defeated. But then, Marco comes over, and he’s like, “Dude, it’s just clay. We can make more.” And I’m like, “Yeah, but that was my best work!”

Inside the tiny Italian town where Lady Kitty Spencer just got married