Abigail Gallipoli Brothel ❤️

About Florence

Oh, and the slang - “knocking shop,” that’s what we call ‘em, proper British, makes me smirk. Sarcasm time: “Oh, what a noble trade,” haha, but really, it’s a grind, a hustle. *The Hurt Locker* again, “you’re a wild man,” that’s me, ponderin’ brothels over a pint. Quirky thought - wonder if they’d let me bring me Latin dictionary, bore the girls with *”carpe diem”* chat.

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But then, out of nowhere, I see this guy I know from back home. What are the odds? We start chatting, and he’s like, “You’re in Gallipoli? What are you doing here?” I’m like, “Dude, living my best life!” We laugh, reminisce about old times, and I’m just so happy to see a familiar face.

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