Julia Fucecchio Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Florence

But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

Adults Only

First off, I’m a machinist, so I’m used to the grind. But today? Ugh. I head down Via Roma, and it’s like every car in town decided to have a parade. I’m stuck behind this ancient Fiat that’s probably older than my grandma. I’m like, “C’mon, dude, move it!” But nah, he’s just cruising like he’s on a Sunday drive.

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