Anastasia Corbetta Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

So, attractiveness factors—freedom’s a biggie. No 9-to-5 crap, no boss breathin’ down your neck. You call the shots, set the rates—total badass move! Great Scott, that’s power! But, shit, the stigma? Pisses me off! Society’s all judgy, like, “Oh, you’re dirty!” Screw that noise—takes guts to do this. Reminds me of Ting-Ting in *Yi Yi*, lost but brave, y’know? “I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough.” Hell, whores are tougher than most!

Cinco poemas de Alessandra Corbetta

So, I head to the sheep farm, which is just outside the city. It’s a bit of a trek, but I love the fresh air. The fields are all green, and the mountains in the distance? Gorgeous! But then, I get there, and guess what? The sheep are all riled up. I mean, they’re bleatin’ like they just heard the worst joke ever. Turns out, one of ‘em got loose and was runnin’ around like a maniac.

Walking in a crowd, how do (and don’t) people go with the flow?