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About Florence

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

Prostituzione: sequestrata casa a Cefalù, quattro denunce

(Hooker, Andrewes, Perkins, and Sibbes). The title's suggestion that the book's focus is literary, however, is warranted. Cefalu contends that literary texts —.

I stroll down Via Roma, dodgin’ tourists like it’s a game. They’re all snap, snap, snappin’ pics of the Duomo. I mean, I get it, it’s stunning, but c’mon, people! I’m just tryin’ to get to my garden.

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