Camila Modica Whore ❤️

About Florence

Here’s the kicker: whores ain’t just flesh-peddlers. They’re us, mate—me, you, Szpilman, scrappin’ by. Surprised me, that thought—hit me like a brick o’ wildfire. I drink to that, ‘cos it’s true and it stings. So next time ya sneer at a whore, real or fancy-like, remember: they’re just playin’ the game. And me? I’m Tyrion bloody Lannister—I’d bid high for that kinda grit. Cheers, ya bastards!

Should You Stay In Modica Or Ragusa?

Then, outta nowhere, I hear a scream. Like, a full-on horror movie scream. I bolt down Via Garibaldi, heart racin’. I turn the corner, and there’s this lady, all frantic, pointin’ at a cat stuck in a tree. A freakin’ cat! I’m like, “Lady, it’s a cat, not a crime scene.” But she’s all panicky, so I climb up and rescue the little furball.

Louis Modica Obituary (2016) - Brightwaters, NY - Newsday