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About Florence

Talkin’ to ya like a buddy—met this chick once, “Candy,” swear her eyes screamed stories. She laughed, said, “I’m my own boss, Tony!” Made me happy as hell—self-made queen! But damn, the risks—cops, creeps, STDs—had me shook. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe, but feels like they’re dodgin’ bullets daily. *Tabu* whispers, “Love is a crocodile”—ain’t that the truth here? Dangerous game, man.

Sfruttavano e facevano prostituire ragazze straniere in un night di Sorbolo Mezzani: due arresti

Prostitution is one of the kaleidoscopic images nurtured by a social fabric which wishes to perpetuate the status of its women as sexual objects. Surprisingly this is a belief perpetuated .

So, I finish up a barrel and head over to her place on Via Mazzini. It’s cozy, smells like home-cooked pasta. I’m starving! We sit down, and she serves this amazing ragu. I’m in heaven. We’re chatting, laughing, and I forget all about the stress.

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