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About Florence

So, lemme spill it—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the streets, the shady corners, or these days, the sketchy websites. Back in the day, thinkin’ 1800s London, them gals worked outta “bawdy houses”—fancy name for a hookup spot. Little known fact: they’d advertise with red curtains, real subtle, huh? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how sneaky they were, like me dodgin’ Elmer Fudd! Nowadays, it’s all apps and coded ads—craigslist ain’t what it used to be, doc!

The Personal Navigator

After that, I decide to hit the market at Mercato di Porta Nolana. Man, the sights, the sounds! Fish floppin’ everywhere, people yellin’ about the freshest catch. I’m tryin’ to haggle for some fresh squid, but this old lady, she’s fierce! She’s like, “You want it? Pay up!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a huntsman, not a millionaire!” But I get the squid anyway. Gotta eat, right?

Scenes from the Naples Pride protest in Fort Myers