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About Florence

I ain’t judgin’, nah—live your truth, boo! But damn, some shit I heard? Gets me heated! Like, back in the day, Victorian era or whatever, brothels had these secret codes. Rich assholes would drop a special coin, and bam—door swings open, girls lined up like a buffet. Wild, right? Makes me holler, “It’s about damn time!”—time for some realness, not this sneaky crap. Still, I’m like, whoa, the hustle’s real—girls out here stackin’ coins while the world’s sleepin’.

A Safe and Regulated Environment

Meet the beautiful ladies at Sagebrush www.facebook.comg: brothel · Merate.

First off, I hit up Via Manzoni for my morning coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 5-layered, whipped cream, sprinkle explosion. I’m just like, “Bro, it’s 8 AM, not a birthday party!” But whatever, I’m not judging. I mean, who am I to judge? I’m just a Kisen trying to get my caffeine fix.

RSN 1 – Galaxies and Cosmology