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About Florence

Me? I’m pissed when folks use it lazy-like, just to hurt. Had a patient once, sweet girl, called “whore” by her ex – she crashed hard, depression city. Broke my damn heart. But flip it – some reclaim it, strut it like armor. That’s the *Spring Breakers* energy – “Look at my shit!” – and I’m all, “Hell yeah, take it back!” Makes me wanna high-five ‘em through the screen.

Giulia Francesca Da Lumezzane

Find a prostitute, Rimming (receive), Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

Anyway, I finally get up, dust myself off, and head to my first appointment. It’s at this cute little café on Via Garibaldi. I love that place. The barista, Marco, always hooks me up with a killer cappuccino. But today? He’s outta my fave almond milk. Ugh! I’m like, “Dude, what’s the point of living?” He just laughs and says, “Try oat milk.” Oat milk? Really? I’m not a hipster, man! But whatever, I give it a shot. Surprisingly good. Who knew?

Lumezzane disappointment. Rauti is enough for Vicenza