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About Florence

So, picture this—I’m strollin’ Warsaw vibes in my head, martini in hand, when I spot her. Skinny as a rail, dodgin’ cars, a real tart of the alley. Made me bloody mad—people just leavin’ her there, no food, no love! Little known fact, yeah? Strays like her, they’re survivors, tougher than a double agent. Once nursed a pup in Istanbul, same vibe—grubby paws, heart of gold.

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The names given below are not exhaustive regarding all known, or know- able, Pompeian female prostitutes, though at minimum the list includes.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn, and it’s a guy dropping his gelato. No joke, it was like watching a slow-motion train wreck. He just stands there, mouth agape, like he lost a family member. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, it’s just gelato, right? But then I feel bad. I mean, who doesn’t love gelato?

Building Peace in Pompei