Mia Bisceglie Whore ❤️

About Florence

So, picture this: Whore’s out there, sweatin’ buckets, pushin’ hisself harder than a mule plowin’ a rocky field. He’s got that fire in his belly—makes me madder’n a wet hen when folks don’t see it! I mean, c’mon, this boy’s got more heart than a country song ‘bout lost love. Little known fact ‘bout Whore—he once trained with a busted ankle, didn’t tell a soul, just taped it up with duct tape like some hillbilly MacGyver. Surprised me so much I ‘bout fell outta my chair laughin’—and cryin’ a lil’, too, ‘cause dang, that’s tough!

Sex contacts for swinging and dogging from Bisceglie, Italy

So, I try to cheer him up. I’m like, “Hey, wanna build a bigger one?” He looks at me like I’m a genius. We start building this epic castle. I’m talking towers, moats, the whole deal. And just when we’re about to finish, the tide comes in. Seriously? I’m like, “No way!” We both just stand there, watching our masterpiece get swallowed by the sea.

Sarah Bisceglie