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About Florence

So, picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin’ like they own it. It’s loud—heels clackin’, dudes laughin’, cash changin’ hands. I’m like, damn, this engine’s purrin’ smooth! Happiest shit? Seein’ women runnin’ the show—boss bitches, takin’ no crap. One time, heard this story—some chick in Amsterdam’s Red Light flipped off a rude john, kept his wallet too. Iconic. Little known fact: them old-school brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for when cops rolled up. Sneaky af, right?

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Authorities of a town near Milan have told sex workers they must wear high-visibility vests so that motorists can see them at night.

So, I’m strolling down Via Roma, right? Just vibin’ to my tunes, when BAM! A pigeon decides my shoulder is the perfect landing pad. Like, dude, really? I’m not a statue! I swatted it away, and it just cooed at me like I was the problem. Ugh!

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