She's a Little Harlot

It was 1547, the Renassiance era in Florence, Italy. Where my life ended and began at the same time. My name is Harlot, a cruel gift from my father 16 years ago. But i repayed him by not marrying by the time the old bastard died. He and I hated eachother with an intense passion that anyone in a 12 mile radis could see. He was a successful banker, who had no sons to pass on the family business, just me. So as soon as mourning was over and his body in the ground i took all i could get my hands on and disappeared into the cold shadow filled night. That was also the last night i saw my beautiful Florence, the last time I saw Italy with living eyes and a beating heart.