Elise Cordenons Prostitute ❤️

About Florence

So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this lass, right, workin’ the streets, got more grit than a barnacle on me ship. Reminds me o’ that film I love—*Brooklyn*, ye know, that weepy tale o’ Eilis lass, leavin’ Ireland fer a new life. She says, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll want to die,” and ain’t that the truth fer some o’ these girls? They’re out there, tradin’ wares, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ better, but stuck in the muck. Makes me heart ache, it does—angry too! Why’s the world gotta be so bloody cruel, eh?

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Prostitutes in Italy: We Demand – Presentation by Carla Corso, Comitato per i Diritti Civili delle Prostitute, Pordenone, Italy. pp.

Finally, the rain eases up, and I dash back to my car. I’m soaked, but whatever. I’m driving down Via Vittorio Veneto, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, it’s kinda nice. I stop for a sec, just to soak it in. Cordenons has this charm, ya know?

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