Leah Polignano A Mare Whore ❤️

About Florence

Oh, and this one time—true story—I saw this whore on the street, right? Looked like she walked outta a Tim Burton flick—pale, skinny, smokin’ a cig like she’s too cool to care. I was like, “Holy crap, that’s hot!” Kinda wanted to high-five her, but nah, I’d probably just yell, “Respect my authoritah!” and run off laughin’. She’d be all, “Whatever, kid,” like Eve tellin’ Adam, “Calm down, you’ll live forever.” Whores got that vibe—untouchable, y’know?

Polignano a Mare: A Travel Guide by an Italian

As the sun starts settin’, I’m feelin’ all kinds of emotions. The sky’s on fire, and I’m just there, tryin’ to piece together this track. I’m gettin’ frustrated, but then I hear the waves crashin’. It’s like nature’s own soundtrack. I’m inspired! I start scribblin’ notes like a madman.

Get ready for a cliff diving title tussle in Italy