Vanessa Caltagirone Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

Le accuse al gruppo criminale

So, I finally make it to the Scala di Santa Maria del Monte. You know, that epic staircase with 142 steps? Yeah, I thought I’d just take a quick pic for the ‘Gram. But then, I see this couple trying to take a selfie. They’re struggling, like, “Babe, move left! No, right! Ugh!” I’m standing there, dying of laughter. I mean, it’s just a staircase, right? But they’re acting like it’s the Great Wall of China or something.

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