Isabella Lercara Friddi Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

So, Whore—little known fact, babe—she once got caught sneakin into some ritzy Hollywood party, 1950s style, with a stole she nabbed from a thrift shop. Ballsy, huh? Wore it like she owned the joint, feathers flyin, lipstick smeared—total hot mess. Made me laugh my ass off when I heard. But damn, it pissed me off too—why’s she gotta act so cheap sometimes? Like, girl, you’re a star, own it! I’d kill to sashay like that, all sultry and unbothered—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—but Whore? She just *does* it, no script, no shame.

Background of the massacre

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Next, I head to the market on Via Garibaldi. It’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m tryin’ to haggle with this lady for some oranges. She’s tough, man! I’m like, “C’mon, give me a break!” But she just laughs. I end up payin’ way too much. Whatever, I’m in Lercara-Friddi, livin’ the dream, right?

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