Tuscany's red light district (is nearby)

Along the state road between Ambra to Siena, there are five hookers.

They are only out during the daytime.
They are black women dressed like 7th grade girls at the mall.
They have clients from not only this area but also anyone who wants to take a detour on the highway from Florence to Rome.

After hearing about Tuscany’s underground sex trade, I thought Walter (Monica’s dad) and Fiorella (waitress) were joking. Since then, I’ve seen them three times.

First, coming back with Russ from the beach in Maremma, where we ate cantaloupe and peaches from a fruit stand for lunch, and I got a very strange tan. We saw two standing in the shade of a side road.

Second, returning from a daytrip with my parents. They were on the main road this time.

Third, returning from Norcia, the land of black truffles and embargo-breaking sales of Harry Potter. One of the women talking to—BARGAINING WITH—the driver of a stopped Mercedes station wagon.

“That’s the dangerous part,” Walter said when I told him about it later. “If the police see them then they’ll take away the car. Having sex in a car is illegal in Italy.”