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About Florence

I ain’t judgin’, nah. Folks gotta eat, right? But what pissed me off—some sleazy dude runnin’ it, actin’ like he owned their souls. “Truth is our disease,” I muttered—another “A Separation” gem. He smirked, countin’ cash, an’ I wanted to deck him. Made me mad as hell—seein’ power twist folks up like that. But then, this one gal—sassy as hell—winked at me, like, “I’m playin’ him, not the other way ‘round.” Surprised me, yo! Had me chucklin’—smart cookie, hustlin’ the hustler.

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Anyway, I chugged my coffee and dashed to the Teatro Massimo. I was pumped! I mean, it’s the biggest opera house in Italy, right? The architecture is insane! Like, I could stare at those columns all day. But then, BAM! I realized I forgot my ticket. Ugh! I had to sprint back to my place. I felt like a total idiot.

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