Anna Ficarazzi Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Florence

Heya, pal! So, check this – I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, right? D’oh! Ain’t no clinical research gig gonna prep me for this crap! I’m a Springfield goofball, not some fancy-pants doc, but lemme tell ya – it’s wild out there. You got these gals, struttin’ like they own the joint, and I’m over here, like, “Mmm… donuts.” Wish I had a donut instead of this headache, y’know?

HERE AND THERE IN OLD BRISTOL.

Finally, we get to the beach, and it’s packed. Families, kids, everyone’s chillin’. I grab a gelato—pistachio, of course—because life’s too short for bad ice cream. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the waves, and it hits me. This place is magic. The sun setting over the water, the sound of laughter, and the smell of salt in the air.

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