Aria Pallanza Intra Suna Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Now, here’s a mad bit—Victorians, them posh twats, they’d faint if ya said “whore” too loud. Had this secret brothel code, “lady of the night,” all fancy-like. Pissed me off, that hypocrisy—call a spade a spade, ya wankers! But then, in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that captain, what a bastard—whore fits him too, sellin his soul for power. “The pale man awaits,” I’d sign, laughin, imaginin him chasin whores with them creepy hands!

Il Lungolago

But then, BAM! Outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, seriously? I was drenched in seconds. I ducked into a little shop on Corso Garibaldi. It was packed with all these quirky souvenirs. I found this ridiculous magnet of a cat wearing sunglasses. I HAD to get it. It’s now my new fridge mascot.