Anna Imperia Whore ❤️

About Florence

But—ha!—she’d fleece ya blind if ya weren’t sharp. Once caught her slippin’ a dagger from me belt—said she’d “borrow” it! Borrow, my arse! I roared, “You little minx, I’ll feed ya to the lions!” She just cackled, tossed it back, and ran off singin’. Cheeky cow. Surprised me how quick she was—faster’n me chasin’ a Gaul in the ring! Oh, and get this—rumor was, she bedded Emperor Nero once. Nero! That pyro prick! Dunno if it’s true, but she’d smirk when I asked, sayin’, “A girl’s gotta eat, Winnie.” Winnie! Me! Fuckin’ nerve.

Prostituierten-Denkmal traf 1993 auf deutliche Kritik, gilt heute aber als Wahrzeichen von Konstanz

So, I stroll down to Piazza Dante. There’s this little café I love. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, she’s got this smile that could light up the whole city. I’m feelin’ a bit better. But then, I overhear some tourists talking about how they got lost in the old town. I chuckle. It’s like a maze! I mean, who doesn’t get lost in Imperia?

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