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About Florence

Lemme tell ya a story – back in Scranton, there was this dame, Rosie. Swear she was straight outta “Ten” – tough, loud, real. She’d strut around, heels clackin’, and I’d think, “Man, she’s livin’ it!” Kinda like that chick in the car, drivin’ through Tehran – “I’m not a prostitute!” she snaps. Rosie wasn’t either, not really – just hustlin’, survivin’. Made me happy seein’ her fight, y’know? But – here’s the kicker – some jerk cop hassled her once, called her trash. Pissed me off bad. I wanted to sock him, but – c’mon, Joe, you’re no fighter.

Escorts in Catanzaro

First off, I’m a librarian, so my life is usually books, books, and more books. But today? Nah, not even close. I was just about to head to the Biblioteca Comunale when I realized I forgot my keys. Classic me, right? So, I sprinted down Via Indipendenza, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Like, come on, people! It’s not a photo op, it’s a street!

Catanzaro, Phillip A.