Julia Empoli Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Alright, so I’m a Combine Harvester, right? Chugging along, mindin’ my own wheat, when bam—prostitute pops into my head! Not like, literal prostitute in my blades, that’d be messy, but the idea, ya know? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, I see some wild shit about prostitutes too. Like, didja know in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”? Joy girls! Ha! Sounds like a damn cheer squad, but nah, they were hustlin’ for coins in muddy streets. Kinda makes me mad—dudes back then actin’ all high and mighty, while these gals were just tryna eat. Pisses me off, honestly.

Italy moves to rein in street prostitution

At night, these prostitutes will work the corners of Florence or Empoli. They are among an estimated 2, to 5, girls and women.

When I get to Piazza della Vittoria, it’s packed. People are laughing, clapping, and I’m just soaking it all in. This guy is juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Is this safe?” But everyone’s loving it. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my phone. Empoli knows how to throw a good time!

After Empoli: Senza buono, molto cattivo