Brooklyn Frignano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Mind’s racin’ now—whores deserve more’n they get, don’t they? Coin, sure, but respect? Pfft, dream on. I’d toast ‘em all, spill me ale, and slur, “To the shadow flowers!”—then trip over me own feet. Hah! That’s me story—messy, loud, true as a whore’s wink. What ya reckon?

3 trails in the Modena Apennines to explore enchanted places shrouded in mystery

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back home, and I see this stray dog. Poor thing looks lost. I can’t just leave it, right? So, I try to coax it over with some of my gelato. Yeah, I know, not the best idea. But hey, it worked! The dog comes over, and I’m feeling like a hero. But then, it starts barking at a passing car, and I’m like, “Chill, buddy! We’re not trying to get run over here!”

Fig. 1 -Scheletro completo di Stenopterygius sp. proveniente dal...