Samantha Niscemi Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

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And in badmouthing women, in blaming them when they are the victims of rape and murder, Niscemi fell in line perfectly with the long-standing.

So, I’m walking down Via Garibaldi, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s kinda catchy. I stop to listen, and I’m feeling all nostalgic, ya know? Reminds me of my Nonna back in the day. But then, this guy next to me starts dancing like he’s in a music video. I’m talking full-on breakdancing! I’m just standing there, laughing my ass off. Like, who knew Niscemi had talent like that?

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