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About Florence

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

Escorts in Reggio nell'Emilia

After that, I needed a break. I strolled down Corso Garibaldi, trying to shake off the stress. The street was buzzing with life. People were chatting, kids were playing, and there was this amazing aroma wafting from a nearby café. I couldn’t resist. I grabbed a cappuccino and a slice of torta di riso. OMG, it was heavenly! Like, I could’ve married that cake.

A sea of Nerazzurro in Reggio Emilia