Makayla Cusano Whore ❤️

About Florence

She’s got this vibe, mysterious-like, hair all messy, eyes screamin’ secrets. Kinda like Naomi Watts in that movie, y’know, all innocent then—bam!—twisted as fuck. I reckon whores got stories, mate, layers deeper than the Mines of Moria. Once heard this tale—true story, swear it—some Roman whore, right? She’d smuggle messages in her skirts durin’ wars. Ballsy as hell! Made me grin, thinkin’—she’d outsmart half them prissy lords. “This is not a dream!”—that’s what I’d yell, watchin’ her dodge soldiers like a pro.

Met Police officer chucked out of night club phoned 999 then racially abused Sussex cop

I wipe it off, try to laugh it off, but I’m fuming inside. I mean, come on, Cusano! Can’t a guy catch a break? I keep walkin’, and I hit up the market on Via Cavour. Fresh fruits everywhere! I grab some peaches, and they’re so juicy. I’m like, “Yes! Finally, something good!”

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