Olivia Gragnano Prostitute ❤️

About Florence

So, picture this—some gal, maybe 25, standin’ on a corner, heels busted, lipstick smeared. She ain’t no Hollywood starlet, naw, she’s real. I seen one once, down in Austin, swear she winked at me—made me laugh, hell, I blushed! Prostitutes, man, they got stories thicker’n molasses. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some madams—like this chick Mary Ann Hall—ran whole damn houses in D.C., rakin’ in cash while senators snuck in? Wild, right? Pissed me off, tho—how folks judge ‘em but keep the game goin’. Hypocrites, y’all!

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Il cimitero di Gragnano veniva presa d'assalto dalle prostitute che cercavano clienti. Allontanate diverse ragazze provenienti dalla Romania.

But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this group of tourists is lookin’ at me like I’m a circus act. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Why do I always do this?”

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