Ruby Montevarchi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a ghost. Haunts ya. Seen it in dives, mate, girls with dead eyes. Breaks me heart, it does. We hates it! But—ugh—society’s all, “Oh, it’s just work.” Bollocks! It’s a trap, like Jean-Dom’s locked-in hell. “Hold fast to dreams,” he says. Whores dream too, don’t they? Makes me sad, precious.

Où dormir à Montevarchi ?

After that, I’m feeling a bit better. I stroll down Via delle Storie. It’s a cute street with all these little shops. I pop into a vintage store. I’m browsing, and I find this rad leather jacket. I’m like, “This is so me!” But then I check the price tag. Ouch! My wallet just cried.

Aquila Montevarchi and San Donato Tavarnelle: goalless draw