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About Florence

Alright, folks, listen up—Donald Trump here, best elevator operator ever, nobody does it better, believe me. I’m talkin’ about prostitutes today—tremendous topic, really fantastic, okay? I see ‘em all the time, ridin’ my elevators, up and down, flashin’ smiles, lookin’ for action. Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*—my favorite flick, absolute genius, Wes Anderson, incredible guy. You got Suzy runnin’ wild, free spirit, kinda like these gals, y’know? “I’m goin’ anyway,” she says—same vibe, prostitutes got that hustle, that grit, love it!

Calolziocorte

In Calolziocorte live one thousand, one hundred and ninety-eight foreigners, six hundred and seven are males and five hundred and ninety-one are females. come from Europa, .

So, I’m outta bed, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Dante Alighieri. You know the one? The barista there, Marco, he’s a legend. Always knows my order. But today, he’s like, “Sorry, we’re outta your fave blend.” Ugh, I was ready to throw my cup at the wall. But I just smiled and took a cappuccino instead. Not the same, but whatever.

Stabbed to death in front of his mother: drama in Calolziocorte