Genesis Santa Croce Sull Arno Whore ❤️

About Florence

But—cor blimey—it pisses me off too! Them sanctimonious twits, waggin’ fingers, callin’ her filth. Oi, mate, who’re you to judge? Whore’s out there, makin’ a quid, while you’re sippin’ gin in your manor. Hypocrisy—gets me blood boilin’! Reminds me of that line, “My body is a cage”—she’s trapped, ain’t she? Society’s a right bastard sometimes.

Il Tirreno

But wait, the day’s not over. I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “We need you to cover a night shift.” I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I just wanna go home and binge-watch some Netflix. But no, duty calls. So, I grab a quick dinner at this little trattoria on Via dei Fiori. The pasta? To die for!

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