Aria Turate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

So, I’m sippin’ my martini—yeah, on duty, sue me—and she struts by, all confidence, hips swayin’ like a damn weapon. Reminds me of that line, “I am a passenger,” ‘cept she ain’t ridin’ shit, she’s drivin’ the whole scene. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she’s fucked half the coast and don’t care who knows. Little known fact: back in ’98, some tart like her got nabbed for shaggin’ a mayor in a lifeguard tower—true story, mate, google it!

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As nouns the difference between tart and whore is that tart is a type of small open pie, or piece of pastry, containing jelly or conserve; a sort of fruit pie while whore is a prostitute. As verbs the .

So, I roll into Turate, right? First thing I notice is the crazy traffic on Via Roma. Like, c’mon people, it’s not a racetrack! I’m sittin’ there, just tryin’ to get to the park, Parco della Villa, you know? But nope, cars everywhere. I’m like, “Is this a car show or what?”

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