Makayla Modica Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

So, picture this—whore, right, she’s a chameleon, a bloody marvel. Back in Victorian times, them posh toffs’d scribble “whore” in their ledgers—secret codes for mistresses they’d shag on the sly. Little known fact, that! Surprised me, it did—thought they were all stiff collars and tea. Made me chuckle, too—imagine Lord Snooty, “Oh, my *whore* today, splendid!”—ha! Proper cheeky sods.

From New York to Toronto

So, I’m thinkin’, “Should I check it out?” I mean, I’m a detective, right? But I’m also just a guy tryin’ to enjoy my coffee. But curiosity got the best of me. I stroll over, and this guy’s tryin’ to sell some sketchy art. I’m talkin’ about paintings that look like a toddler went wild with finger paints. I’m like, “Dude, you call that art?” He just shrugs. I’m like, “Whatever, man. You do you.”

Obituary for Michael Stephen Modica