Stella Corsano Prostitute ❤️

About Florence

So, picture this—some chick in Tehran, maybe, hustlin’ like in *Ten*. “You’re a woman, a mother!”—that’s the vibe from the film, right? But she’s out there, workin’ the streets, no safety net. Blows my mind, man! I’m over here sandin’ down a table, she’s dodgin’ cops—same grind, diff game. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, prostitutes rocked yellow wigs—standin’ out like a frickin’ LED sign. Marketin’ genius! Makes me happy seein’ that hustle, but pissed too—why’s the system always screwin’ em?

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Corsano Biagio Nicolì died yesterday afternoon in the fog while prostitute even in their home in exchange for small gifts or a few.

Then, I head down to Piazza San Domenico. It’s packed! Like, what’s with all the people? I thought it was a Tuesday, not a festival day. Turns out, there’s some kinda street fair. Food stalls everywhere! I’m talkin’ arancini, panzerotti, you name it. My stomach’s growlin’ like a beast.

Joe McPhee and Chris Corsano Schorndorf, Manufaktur, 2/18/2016