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About Florence

Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

Examples of Japanese Brothels

Back to work, and guess what? The compressor starts acting up. I’m sweating bullets, trying to fix it. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Why today? Why now?” Finally, I get it running again, but not before I almost throw my tools into the river. Seriously, I was this close!

Italy – First day of recollection by the new Primary ADMA Spiritual Animator Fr Gabriel Cruz