Natalie Basiglio Whore ❤️

About Florence

We hates the pimps most—greedy gits, struttin’ ‘round. Makes me wanna claw ‘em, yesss! But the girls—some’s tough, sharper than knives. Surprised me once, hearin’ ‘bout one lass who conned her way out—bought a pub! Good for her, precious—spit in their faces! Hiss! What d’ya reckon, eh? Brothels—nasty, funny, sad—all twisted up, like us!

Theft arrest of El Mahroug

Man, what a day! I woke up in Basiglio, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I’m sippin’ my coffee at this cute little café on Via Roma. You know, the one with the blue awning? Yeah, that one. I’m just vibin’, scrolling through my phone, when BOOM! My buddy Marco texts me. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the park!”

Italy's treasury freezes assets of fugitive Russian businessman Artem Uss