Rose Terrasini Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Whores, man, they’re everywhere—gritty, real, like the dust in *Ten*. Ain’t just pussy for cash, nah, it’s survival, motherfucker! Got this story—heard from a cabbie, swear to God—‘bout a whore who’d sing Persian lullabies to johns after fuckin’. Weird as hell, but kinda sweet, ya know? Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s out there, givin’ a lil’ soul with the ass. Then I got pissed—why’s she gotta do that shit to eat? World’s fucked, man.

Theatre Review: To the Bone

So, I’m hustling down to the market on Via Roma, dodging tourists like I’m in a video game. I mean, c’mon, people! It’s not that hard to walk in a straight line! I almost tripped over some dude taking a selfie with the beach in the background. Like, dude, it’s just water!

Chasing documents to prove my bloodline and gain Italian citizenship left me wanting more