Nova Trinitapoli Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

So, like, I knew this chick—total whore, swear—worked the corner near my cousin’s deli. She’d strut, heels clickin’, makin’ eyes at every schmuck with a buck. Pissed me off, ‘cause she’d flirt with my ex too—ugh, that sleaze! But—get this—she once saved a stray cat, fed it tuna from her purse! Whores got layers, doll, like a pastrami sandwich. Surprised me, I was like, “Whoa, she’s human?”

Trinitapoli

Then, around noon, I get a text from my buddy, Luca. He’s like, “Let’s grab a pizza at Da Michele.” I’m like, “Yes, please!” Nothing like a good slice to lift the spirits. So, I dash over to Via Cavour, and the pizza is, as always, heavenly. I mean, the mozzarella is so fresh, it practically sings.

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