Natalie Alba Adriatica Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Look, whores ain’t saints, but who is? They’re scrappy, messy, human—way more than them greedy bastards up top! Little fact: in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”—girls of joy! Joy, my ass, more like warriors! I’m gettin’ hoarse screamin’ bout this, but damn, it’s truth! Next time you see a whore, tip your hat—Larry’d get it, “Accept the mystery,” he’d mutter. Me? I’m just fuckin’ proud they stick it to the man! Billionaires should not exist—whores should! Period!

Alba Adriatica

So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feeling good, when I get a call on the radio. It’s my buddy, Luca. He’s on the other side of town, near the beach, and he’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe this!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a whole flock of seagulls attacking tourists on Lungomare Marconi. Like, seriously? Seagulls? I can’t even.

Beachgoers in Italy struck by lightning, three injured