Zoe Florence Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

But real talk – it ain’t all jokes. Some punter stiffed ‘er once, no pay, just a smack. Pissed me right off! I’d parachute in and sort ‘im, fam! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d love to, innit. Whores ain’t saints, but who is? “We all breathe the same air,” film says dat. Deep, bruv. We’re all muckin’ about in dis mad world.

Storm over Cecilie Hollberg: Florence became a whore. Then the apology

Over the course of three centuries, the prostitutes of Florence ascended from outcasts — tolerated only beyond the walls and wearing bells to distinguish themselves from “decent” .

I cruise around Soulful Park – yeah, that cute little green space off Maple Ave – where lovers meet and secrets spill, ya know, my kinda scene. Oh! And ever hit up the quirky alley off Jefferson? That place got so many twists and turns that sometimes I get lost wanderin’ and then, bam, I remember – life’s a trip, man! Sometimes, I get mad 'cause folks don’t see the magic in these hidden nooks. But I say – screw 'em!

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