Ivy Santa Maria A Monte Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

So, Ruby the whore—me twisted muse! She’d rob ye blind, bed ye daft, and leave ye smilin’. Like *White Ribbon*, she was a mystery wrapped in muck. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, echoin’ that flick’s dark heart. Miss her, I do—prolly dead now, or rulin’ some port. Either way, she was a storm I’d sail again, savvy?

Santa Maria a Monte | Montecalvoli

1 oz Santa Maria al Monte 1 oz Amaro Braulio 1/2 oz Carpano Antica Sweet Vermouth 1/2 oz Galliano 1/4 oz Espresso Syrup (*).

We gear up, and I’m feeling pumped. The water’s cold, but whatever. I dive in, and it’s like entering another world. Fish everywhere! I’m talking colors that don’t even exist on land. I’m swimming around, feeling like a mermaid or something. Then, outta nowhere, I see this massive catfish. Like, bigger than my dog! I freak out, but then I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a fish.”

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