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About Florence

Now, I’ve seen a lass in me travels—Romania, ‘round ‘07, methinks—reminds me o’ that grim flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. Dark as Davy Jones’ locker, that one! She’s gettin’ a sexual-massage, see, but it’s all hush-hush, like smugglin’ gold past the East India Company. “Be quiet, don’t breathe,” she’s told—tense as a taut rope! Not me style, savvy? I’d be hollerin’ fer more grog, not whisperin’ in shadows. Made me angry, that—why skulk when ye can swagger?

Call Girls in Sardinia

Man, what a day! I woke up in Sorso, and let me tell ya, it was a wild ride. First off, I’m a combine harvester, right? Not your usual 9-to-5 gig. But today? Pffft, it was like a soap opera mixed with a circus.

Local bartender wins Caesar competition