Taylor Alba Adriatica Whore ❤️

About Florence

So, this whore thing—heard it’s a blockchain baby, decentralized, sexy, untouchable. Kinda like me, ‘cept I’ve got better hair and a throne. It’s tradin’ at, what, 3 coppers a pop? Up from nothin’ last moon! Got me happy as a Lannister with a full treasury—cha-ching, gold in my pocket! But then, I dig deeper, and it’s shady as a Dornish brothel. Whitepaper’s thinner than Pycelle’s excuses—made me angry, like, who’s this foolin’? Some git in a basement minted it, prolly laughin’ as suckers pile in.

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Finally, we get the situation under control. I’m feeling like a hero, but then I hear this loud noise. I turn around, and there’s a parade of scooters zooming down the street. I’m like, “What the heck is going on?” Turns out, it’s some local festival. Great, just what I need—more chaos!

Collision on the Adriatic Coast