Claire Albizzate Brothel ❤️❤️

About Florence

Now, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses and rhinestones. Some stories I heard got me madder’n a wet hen—like them poor gals forced into it, tricked by slick-talkin’ snakes. Breaks my heart, it does. But then, flip the coin, and ya got gals choosin’ it, stackin’ cash faster’n I can sing “Jolene.” Surprised me, sure, ‘cause I figured it’d be all gloom and doom. Nope! Some of ‘em got sass and smarts—kinda like me, ‘cept I stick to sequins, not stockin’s.

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Finally, the train arrives. We hop on, and I’m just relieved. But then, I realize I left my backpack on the platform. I’m like, “No way!” I sprint off the train, grab it, and jump back on just in time. Heart racing, I’m thinking, “What a day!”

Mother and two children crushed to death in Italy by falling building