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About Florence

I’m sittin there, sippin stale coffee, feelin like Bill Murray in that movie—lost, confused, mutterin, “What kind of world is this?” Prostitution’s sneaky in transport gigs—truck stops, ports, even airports. Little known fact: some drivers, they get lonely, right? Long hauls, no sleep, and boom—someone’s knockin on the cab window. “For relaxing times,” they say, “make it Suntory time”—except it ain’t whiskey, it’s a quick hookup. I’m laughin, but I’m pissed—focus on the road, idiots!

In Evidenza

Escort, Sex Between Breasts, Intimate massage, Facesitting (give), Intimate massage.

After all that, I’m back at the beach, just staring at the sunset. I’m exhausted but kinda pumped. Chiavari, man. It’s got this energy. One minute you’re sipping coffee, the next you’re in a chase.

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