Claire Sandrigo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Ever wonder, precious, who’s the real whore? Them suits sellin’ souls for coin – ain’t that whorin’ too? Gets me cacklin’, yeh, ‘cos it’s true! Maria, tho, she’d laugh – “Gollum, you nutter, stick to fish!” Hiss, maybe she’s right, but I see it, I do – the grime, the fight, the spark. Whore’s a survivor, like me, yeh, clingin’ to life, screamin’, “My precious!” – but hers ain’t a ring, it’s her kid, her next meal.

The loggia of the '500

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But then, just as I’m getting into it, this lady walks by and spills her gelato all over my shoes! Ugh! I mean, come on! I’m trying to enjoy the vibes here! I look down, and it’s like a crime scene on my sneakers. I’m fuming, but then I see her face. She’s mortified. I can’t stay mad. I just laugh it off. “Hey, it’s all good! Just a little gelato therapy!”

Figure 1. Coronal contrast-enhanced CT image demonstrating massive...