Emily Gerenzano Brothel ❤️

About Florence

Margaret energy tho—“It’s a mess, it’s a mess!”—that’s the vibe. Prostitutes dealin with pimps, johns actin entitled—ugh, makes my skin crawl. But real talk, some save up, get out, flip the script—heroes, fam! Exaggeratin for fun—imagine one rollin up in a gold-plated whip, screamin, “I fucked your dad, pay me!” Humor’s dark, but it’s real—sarcasm’s my shield. Oh, and quirks? I’d prolly tip em in Skittles—taste the rainbow, boo! Anyway, they’re out there, livin loud, dodgin shade—respect the grind, yo. Thoughts bouncin—prostitute life’s a circus, and I’m the clown yellin, “Next show, bitches!”

Phoenix Relaxation

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just got my gelato! We dash inside, laughing like idiots, and I’m thinking, “This day is a mess, but at least I got gelato.”

In Italy, ‘Io Resto a Casa,’ but Still I Dance (Published 2020)