Nadia Loreto Whore ❤️

About Florence

But then—ugh, this one chick, total Karen, pissed me off so bad! She’s all, “My cat scratched me, pay up!” I’m like, “Sweetie, that ain’t WHORE, that’s just your furry little demon!” She didn’t get it, kept yappin’. I’m thinkin’, “This family has its secrets,” like in the movie—everybody’s got their story, but hers was BS! Made me wanna scream, “You’re not foolin’ me, toots!”

who? what?

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Luca. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at Piazza della Madonna.” I’m thinking, “Great, more walking.” So, I chug my coffee and head out. The piazza is packed. I mean, it’s like a sardine can. I spot Luca, and he’s waving like a maniac. I swear, he looked like he just won the lottery.

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