Zara Colle Di Val D Elsa Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Florence

Oi, mate, yeah, baby! I’m a Forester, dig? Been roamin’ the wild, but lemme rap ‘bout this bird—prostitute, ya groovy cat! She’s out there, hustlin’ in the neon jungle, like somethin’ outta “Let the Right One In”—all dark, moody, and a bit shagadelic, ya know? Picture her, standin’ under a flickerin’ streetlamp, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a fag, givin’ the eye to every geezer passin’ by. “Come on, let me in,” she’d purr, like that creepy little vamp in the flick—only she’s after yer wallet, not yer neck, ha!

Colle Val d'Elsa

I’m wandering around, and I bump into this old friend, Marco. We used to hang out back in the day. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out this new gelato place on Via delle Fonti.” I’m like, “Gelato? Count me in!” So we head over, and OMG, it’s like heaven in a cone. I get pistachio, and it’s so good I almost cry.

Reliquary of St. Galgano returned to Siena today: it had been stolen in 1989