Lucy Santa Croce Sull Arno Whore ❤️

About Florence

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk about a *whore*. Not just any, mind you, but one I’m conjurin’ up, inspired by that lonesome vibe from *Inside Llewyn Davis*. Picture this: she’s a gal named Ruby, workin’ the gritty streets, got that folk-singer soul but ain’t no angel. “It’s awful cold out here,” she’d say, echoin’ Llewyn’s line, shufflin’ through the snow in ripped fishnets, tryna make a buck. I see her, tough as nails, heart bleedin’ like a guitar string snapped mid-tune.

Prato, giovane costretta a rapporti sadomaso da cui poi è nato un bambino

Next up, I had this girl, Sofia. She was a total opposite of Marco. Super confident, like she owned the road. We’re driving down Via Garibaldi, and she’s blasting some pop music. I’m trying to teach her about roundabouts, and she’s singing at the top of her lungs. I’m like, “Sofia, focus!” But she’s in her own world. Honestly, I kinda loved it.

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