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About Florence

Shit, I’m ramblin’—but whore’s like that, messy, loud, in ya face. Kinda like me, huh? Tony fuckin’ Montana don’t do quiet. Say hello to my little friend! That’s the whore life—grimy, gorgeous, and gone before ya blink.

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For 17 years, Hollie was forced to sleep with countless men by several pimps. Four years ago, she finally escaped from sex trafficking. One of her traffickers, she says, branded her with a .

Then, I get hungry. I mean, I’m in Italy, right? So, I hit up a trattoria on Via Mazzini. I order some orecchiette with broccoli rabe. It’s like a party in my mouth! I’m lovin’ life, but then the waiter spills water all over my lap. I’m soaked! I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Really? Is this my life now?”

Figure 1: Wall painting of a church father, with pseudo-Arabic on his...