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So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

ESCORT IN Florence

Folks here talk and walk quick. Like, sometimes I hear “The Master, man!” echoing when someone’s all excited or maybe just chillin’. Funny, huh? I once even witnessed a deep convo right outside the little cafe at 5th & Broad. I was thinkin’, “Wow, this city can make you feel like a floating marionette – strings and all!” And dang, did it ever get me pumped.

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