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About Florence

So, picture this—me, green lil’ frog, ribbitin’ down some grimy alley. “The world’s a dangerous place,” like Carlos says, and boy, was it! Saw this gal, all sequins and sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. Thought, “Hi-ho, jackpot!” But then—bam!—some jerk in a trench coat starts yellin’. Pimp, maybe? Got mad as heck—nobody messes with Kermit’s vibe! Ribbitted outta there fast, heart poundin’ like crazy.

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Around noon, I decide to take a break. I wander over to Piazza della Libertà. It’s this beautiful square with a fountain and all these cute little shops. I’m just chilling, people-watching, when I see this old lady feeding pigeons. And I’m like, “Aww, that’s sweet.” But then, BAM! A pigeon poops right on her head! I couldn’t help it; I burst out laughing. The poor lady didn’t even notice.

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