Vanessa Alezio Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

So, Whore - he’s that guy, right? Sells his soul for a dime, like Llewyn pawnin his dreams. Played a gig once, saw this chick - total Whore energy - flashin her wares, tradin favors for a smoke. Pissed me off, man! Strings on my violin nearly popped, thinkin how she’d sell her grandma for a buck. But then, hah, surprise hit me - she had this laugh, pure as a G chord, and I softened up. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I hummed, coz Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah.

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Quella "classica": hanno contattato un' anziana di Alezio al telefono dicendo di essere carabinieri e chiedendole di consegnare denaro e gioielli a un corriere per scarcerare il figlio che aveva.

Then, we decide to hit the beach. The sun is setting, and it’s beautiful. I mean, the colors are insane! But then, I step in some sticky stuff. I look down, and it’s like, “Ew, what is this?” Turns out, it’s just some melted gelato. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a walking dessert.”

An ancient tower in Salento where “nothing is created and nothing is destroyed”