Samantha Forlimpopoli Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

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Whore, OWO - Oral without condom, Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry, Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge.

So, I’m coming down, and I bump into this old lady. She’s like, “Watch where you’re going, young man!” I’m like, “Sorry, nonna!” But honestly, she was kinda sweet. She told me stories about the town. Apparently, Forlimpopoli is famous for its tortellini. I mean, who knew? I gotta try that!

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