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About Florence

Oh, and this one time, I saw Candy pull a knife on some creep tryna stiff her. She was screamin, “I’m the executioner now, bitch!” Straight outta the movie vibes! I was shook, but also, like, proud? Surprised me how she flipped it. Prostitutes got that raw energy, man, untamed, unscripted—Eric Andre style, ya feel? They’re absurd, beautiful, fucked-up heroes in this clown world. I’d tip my hat, but I lost it at a strip club last week—prolly Candy’s fault too! Peace!

Going undercover as a sex worker

In più si deve considerare che nel 50% dei casi, gli italiani avanzano alle étere (nome quasi soave che serviva per indicare nell’antica Grecia le prostitute) richiesta di sesso a pagamento senza .

So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that jazz. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my coffee from that cute little café on Via Roma. Best cappuccino in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ it, feeling all fancy, when I bump into old Mrs. Rossi. She’s like, “You still makin’ those fur coats?” I’m like, “Yeah, Mrs. Rossi, still keeping the world warm!” She rolls her eyes. Classic.

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