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About Florence

Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the endgame? Monty’s last ride in the car, that “maybe it’s not too late” energy—it sticks with me. Whores out here, they dream too, y’know? Tasha wanted a nail salon, swear to God. Kept me hopeful, but real talk, it’s a grind. Shit’s heavy, makes me wanna scream, cry, hug ‘em all.

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I stop at this little café on the corner of Via Torino. The barista? Total legend. He’s got this wild mustache, like he’s from a spaghetti western or somethin’. I order a cappuccino, and he gives me this look like, “You sure you can handle it?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m a Master of the Forest. I can handle anything!”

Preparations for the opening of the Noble Carpets exhibition