Nadia Progresso Prostitute ❤️

About Florence

She’s out there, struttin’, cig hangin’ from her lips, lookin’ like she owns the damn block. Respect my authoritah, she don’t give a crap bout no one! I saw her yellin’ at some dude—prolly a cheapskate john—“Pay up, asshole!” Made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed myself. She’s got guts, man, slingin’ her trade while cops cruise by, clueless as hell. Little known fact—back in the day, some prostitutes in Portugal—like in *Tabu* vibes—hid coded messages in their garters. Freakin’ spies, man, hookin’ and sneakin’ secrets! This chick? Prolly just hidin’ gum or somethin’, but still—badass!

O progresso das prostitutas, 1733

A hotel hotspot for sex workers in the centre of Johannesburg has warned its employees against leaving its premises with men who seek their services in an effort to ensure their safety.

Finally, I get to the driving school. It’s on Via Garibaldi, right near that cute little café. You know the one with the best pastries? Yeah, I was dreaming of a cornetto all morning. But no time for that! I got students to teach.

How Progresso got its start