Zoe East Florence Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Deputies continue crack down on drugs, prostitution on Hwy 52 in Florence

Alright, so lemme tell ya bout East-Florence (us) in my own wee way. I’m a sexologist livin’ here – yup, years, man – and this place is wild. It’s like nature meets city life, like in Lost in Translation, ya know? Like, "I'm not sure what I'm doing anymore," kinda vibe, but in a cool, calm, and nature kinda way.

No cause found for small East Florence sinkhole