Savannah Castellamonte Whore ❤️

About Florence

Whores, right? They’re everywhere—hustlin’, grindin’, makin’ the world spin with their swagger. I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, older than me trickin’ Thor into thinkin’ his hammer’s lost. Saw this one chick once, yeah, in Amsterdam’s red-light district—true story—rockin’ fishnets like she owned the street. She did! Had this vibe, like, “I’m not here to please you, you’re here to pay me.” Respect. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—y’know, my fave flick—where Winfried pulls that bonkers wig stunt. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say, and whores? They’re the damn directors.

Castellamonte

Prostitute, Golden Shower (give) for extra charge, Blowjob without Condom for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry, Blowjob without Condom for extra.

After that, I decide to check out the local market on Piazza della Libertà. Fresh produce, handmade stuff, you name it. I’m wandering around, and I spot this vendor selling the most amazing cheese. I’m talking about that gooey, melty goodness. I buy a chunk, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I realize I forgot my wallet at the café! Classic me, right?

The Garden of Fluid Sculptures