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About Florence

Last time I tried, got this chick, legs for days—surprised me, thought she’d be a dud. “Your eyes can’t hide the truth,” I’d purr, quotin the flick, sizin her up. She laughed, called me a freak—fair! Paid her double just for sass. Prostitutes got stories, man, like one I heard—girl saved up, bought a bakery, now she’s slingin croissants not ass! Fuckin hilarious twist, right? Makes me happy thinkin they ain’t all doomed.

In Evidenza

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma, right? I’m just trying to grab a coffee at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. You know, the one with the best cappuccino in town? But nooo, they were outta coffee beans! Like, how do you run a café without coffee? I mean, c’mon! I was ready to throw a fit.

Great maneuvers in the Italian poultry sector: Officine Facco buys Sperotto