Samantha Mattinata Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

He’s a looker tho, innit – sleek, shiny, bit of a slag with the mares. Reckon he thinks he’s in *The Great Beauty*, struttin’ for the fillies. “Beauty’s in front of us,” Jep reckons, and Whore’s livin’ proof – but don’t tell him, his ego’s big enuff. Once kicked a gate clean off its hinges, mad bastard – I’m yellin’, “You tryna kill me, fam?” Still, he’s a legend, flaws and all. Ain’t no horse like Whore, bruv – he’s the don, the king, the geezer. Respect!

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Women are, in the poetic texts, confined to the restrictive roles of idealized, remote love object or unruly, debased whore. Quaintance's final chapter.

After that, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, annoyed, you name it. I decide to hit up the local market on Via Vittorio Emanuele. Fresh produce everywhere! I grab some tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. Seriously, they were so red, I thought they were blushing.

Figure 1. Sampling points of samples collected from Fontana di Trevi.