Harper Volvera Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Sweet Ballad

Likes, TikTok video from CG the GOAT (@cgthegoat1): “I'm a whore for self improvement #theoldmeisgone #newandimproved #motivationtok.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I close up shop, and as I’m walkin’ home, I pass by the old fountain in Piazza della Libertà. It’s one of my favorite spots. I sit there for a minute, just takin’ it all in. The lights are twinklin’, and I can hear the laughter from the nearby café.

Tragedy in Volvera: a double homicide followed by suicide