Violet Santorso Whore ❤️

About Florence

Love how they survive, though—grubby, gritty, like Saul dodgin’ death. Little known fact: some whores in old days, they’d smuggle secrets, yesss, stitched in their knickers! Spies in skirts, ha! Bet that’d shock ya, eh? Me fave bit? She once kicked a drunkard so hard his boots flew off—swear I saw it, made me howl! “The shovel, the shovel!” I yelled, picturin’ Saul diggin’ graves. Dramatic? Me? Nah, just truth stretched a bit, heh.

Postcard Campanile di Sant'orso Aosta Italy

You're good. You're a loser and also crazy. You expect everyone to bow. Liar and a whore for publicity. Master of disaster is yours. Trump.

Then, I decide to grab some gelato at Gelateria La Dolce Vita. Best gelato in town, no cap. I get my usual—pistachio and stracciatella. I’m in heaven, right? But then, I see this old lady struggling with her groceries on Via San Giovanni. So, I’m like, “I gotta help her.” I drop my gelato (NOOO!) and rush over.

Gary Santorso Obituary (1951 - 2021) - Farmington, CT - The Bristol Press