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About Florence

I got into it once, right? Some shady joint downtown – neon sign blinkin’ “Massage” like a freakin’ lure. Walked in, all cocky, suit still on – “Greed is good,” I muttered, expectin’ a quick rubdown. But nah, this chick, she’s got *skills*. Little known fact: sexual-massage ain’t just happy endings – it’s old as dirt, like ancient Greeks used it to “balance humors” or some crap. She’s workin’ my shoulders, then bam – lower, teasin’, and I’m like, “Who’s filmin’ this?!” – straight outta *Caché*, paranoid as hell. Made me happy, sure, but pissed me off too – why’d I wait so long to try this?!

Incontri a Scanzo-Rosciate

Scanzorosciate, Bergamo. She was frequently visited by her father, a staunch prostitute for 17 years. Around age 30, Mary took ship on a pilgrimage.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Luca shows up. He’s got this wild idea to take a break at the local bar, Bar Centrale. I’m like, “Dude, we’re on the clock!” But he’s got that look in his eye, you know? The “let’s live a little” look. So, we sneak out for a quick espresso. Best decision ever! The barista, Maria, makes the best coffee in town. I swear, it’s like liquid gold.