Ava Lastra A Signa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

I reckon a whore’s life ain’t all glitter and sequins like my stage getup. Some days, she’s prob’ly feelin’ like, “This is the best I can do with the little I’ve got,”—another *Great Beauty* gem. Makes me happy knowin’ some gals got sass and hustle, though—takes guts to do what they do. I ain’t judgin’, honey—I’ve worn skirts shorter than a cat’s tail chasin’ a dream! But lordy, the judgy folks out there? They’d clutch their pearls so tight they’d choke.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m stuck in the café, and I can’t even see the street anymore. I’m thinking, “Great, just great. I’m gonna be late again.” But then, I see this old lady, right? She’s just walking through the rain like it’s nothing. No umbrella, no worries. I’m like, “Wow, that’s some serious confidence.”

CATALIN IONESCU