Aurora Castelfidardo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

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Castelfidardo is a town in the hills of the Riviera del Conero, renowned all over the world for the handcrafted production of the accordion to which the interesting International Museum of the .

Back in the office, things are still wild. I’m on the phone with another client when I hear this loud crash. I look out the window, and some guy just knocked over a scooter! I’m like, “What is happening today?” It’s like a scene from a movie.

Riccò doubts Sanremo participation