Elise Lastra A Signa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

But, ugh, this one time, I saw this guy hasslin’ her, callin’ her names—made me SO mad, like, literally, who raised you, bro? I wanted to yeet him into the ocean, Toni-style, “You don’t get it, it’s performance art!” She didn’t even flinch tho, just flipped her hair and kept it movin’. Respect! I was shook—happy shook, ya know? Made me think, maybe whores got it figured out—ownin’ it, no apologies.

Ponte sull’Arno, interrogazione congiunta di Fratelli di Signa e FdI Lastra a Signa

So, I’m heading to work, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m an accountant, but honestly, I feel more like a juggler sometimes. I’m dodging tourists near the Piazza della Libertà, trying not to spill my coffee. And then, bam! I bump into this guy. Turns out, he’s a tourist, and he’s lost. Like, really lost. He’s looking for the train station, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just down Via della Repubblica!” But he’s all flustered, and I’m trying to be nice, you know?

Bally is about to close Tuscany production site