Taylor Cesano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Florence

Here’s a nugget for ya – some prossies got codes, yeah? Little signals. Wears a red scarf? She’s free. Green? She’s dodgy, might nick yer phone. Saw one once, swear she winked like Haku givin’ Chihiro a sly nod. Made me chuckle – “Oh, you’re a clever spirit, ain’t ya?” I mutter in me head. Happy vibes for a sec, ‘til I clock the bloke hasslin’ her mate. Skinny git, all aggro – pisses me off. Wanna smash ‘im, Bane-style, but nah, I’m here for the story, not the brawl.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I end my day at a little bar on Via dei Fiori. I grab a drink, and the bartender’s this cool dude. We start chatting, and he tells me about the history of Cesano. Apparently, it’s been around since Roman times! I’m like, “Whoa, that’s ancient!” He laughs and says, “Yeah, but we still can’t figure out how to park!”

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