Lost in Translation

There is no context I can imagine where the shirt this woman is wearing would be appropriate. Even if she were not pushing a baby in a stroller, the words in big, bold letters written on the front of her shirt would still be vulgar.
The context is a tourist filled lake region in the north of Italy. The cobblestone streets of this once Roman-owned city are filled with woman from Milan who stumble in high heels behind their chesty strutting men, as well as the vacationing from around Europe who heard this was a place to visit but seem perpetually unconvinced this is the place, and those with enough spare time to drive an hour to sit beside a lake and have a coffee.
“Fuck Me. I’m single,” her shirt says.