Violet Scanzo Rosciate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Sometimes I’d cry for ‘em—alone, used up, like Mia’s mom in “Fish Tank.” “You’re all I got,” she’d slur—whores hear that too, I bet. Breaks my heart, darlin’—wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re enough!” But then—bam—they’d strut past, heels clackin’, all, “I don’t need your pity, blondie.” Fair, fair—respect!

مواقع مميزة

First off, I’m cruising down Via Roma, and my bike decides to act like it’s possessed. The chain snaps! Like, c’mon! I’m standing there, cursing like a sailor. I mean, who needs a workout when you can just push a bike uphill, right? So, I’m sweating buckets, dragging this thing towards the workshop.