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About Florence

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, actuary by day, hater of everything by life. Brothels, huh? I hate ‘em. Stink of desperation and cheap whiskey. Numbers don’t lie—most shut down in five years flat. Disease spreads faster than gossip in a small town. I crunched the stats—50% chance of clap just walkin’ in. Disgustin’. Reminds me of that punk Zuckerberg in *The Social Network*— “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ enemies.” Brothels don’t get clients without ruinin’ lives.

Brothel business One33 appoints liquidators, cites landlord dispute, downturn

First off, I’m a Torcador, which means I twist and turn metal like it’s my job—oh wait, it is! I roll outta bed, grab my coffee from that little bar on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the best cornetti in town. I’m talking flaky, buttery goodness. But guess what? They were out! Like, how do you run out of cornetti? I was ready to throw a fit.

First pictures of Tonga's newly formed volcanic island