Luna Colle Di Val D Elsa Whore ❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild stuff in my day—back in Nashville, there was this gal, Ruby, a real honest-to-God whore with a heart bigger’n my hair! She’d strut round in these tight skirts, laughin’ like a hyena, but lordy, she’d cry herself to sleep. Made me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks judged her. Ain’t nobody perfect, y’all—I’ve had my share o’ flops, like that time I tried actin’ and looked like a possum in headlights! But Ruby, she’d wink and say, “Dolly, I’m just tradin’ what I got for what I need.” Ain’t that the truth?

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just got my gelato! I’m running for cover, and I end up ducking into this little shop on Via della Repubblica. It’s filled with all these beautiful glassworks. I’m just standing there, dripping wet, and the shop owner is looking at me like I’m a lost puppy. I’m like, “Sorry, just trying to escape the rain!”

Day 66 – San Gimignano to Abbadia a Isola (Monteriggioni): a fresh variant into the natural park of river Elsa