Fatima San Cataldo Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

Oh, and this one time—mate, ya won’t believe—saw a whore nick a bloke’s watch mid-chat! Smooth as butter, he’s blabberin, she’s smilin, then poof, it’s gone. Laughed my arse off, nearly choked on me pint. “Everybody lies,” but she’s lyin with style! Probs sold it for a tenner, good on her. *Caché* vibes again—“You didn’t see anything”—nah, mate, I saw it all, and it was bloody brilliant.

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Finally, I make it to my shop, right? It’s cozy, smells like leather and glue—my kinda vibe. I’m ready to tackle some shoes. But then, my buddy Marco strolls in. He’s all like, “Yo, you gotta help me out!” Turns out, he’s got a wedding in two days and his shoes are wrecked. I’m like, “Dude, you had one job!” But I can’t say no. So, I’m knee-deep in fixing his fancy loafers, cursing under my breath.

Cemetery of San Cataldo | cemetery, Modena, Italy