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About Florence

Speakin’ of *Caché*, my fave flick—whores fit right in that vibe. Hidden stuff, dirty secrets, the kinda mess you don’t see comin’. Like, who’s watchin’ who? Whores know that game—always dodgin’ eyes, playin’ shadows. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, man, Haneke’d dig this—those slow-burn shots, some chick in a crusty alley, smokin’, waitin’, while life unravels. “I’m not ashamed,” she’d say, like Anne in the movie—defiant, raw, real as hell. Gets me pumped! Whores got that grit, y’know?

Escorts in Marsala

Online shopping for Marsala Wine from a great selection at Grocery & Gourmet Foods Store.

Finally, I found a gelateria on Via XI Maggio. Thank goodness! I ordered pistachio and chocolate. Heaven in a cup! I sat on a bench, watching people pass by. Families, tourists, locals. Everyone seemed so happy. I was like, “Why can’t I be that chill?”

Third time’s a charm for Jameson Triple Triple