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About Florence

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk escort – not the fancy car, nah, the gig where folks get paid to hang out, y’know, keep lonely souls company. Been around forever, right? Like, even in ancient Rome, they had these “lupae” – she-wolves, hookin’ up with dudes for coin. Wild, huh? Makes me think of *Margaret* – that scene where Lisa’s yellin’, “You don’t see what I see!” – escort’s kinda like that, hidden in plain sight, but nobody talks about it straight.

Hiring an Escort in Frattaminore

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. You know, the main drag. It’s always buzzing. I’m just trying to grab a coffee at that little café, Bar Centrale. The barista, Marco, is a legend. He knows my order by heart. But today? He’s outta coffee! Like, seriously? In Italy? I’m like, “Dude, what’s up with that?” He just shrugs. Classic Marco.

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