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About Florence

Oh, and the smells—sweat, booze, desperation—kinda sexy, kinda gross. Surprised me how loud it gets—moans, laughs, fights—chaos symphony! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but feels like a freakin’ warzone sometimes. Movie line pops up—“It’s not what I did, it’s who I am.” Brothel’s the same—ain’t just the acts, it’s the vibe. Dark, messy, glorious. I’m burdened with glorious purpose, seein’ it all—sinners, saints, all f*ckin’ in the same bed, haha!

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Anyway, I finally make it to my studio on Via San Giovanni. It’s cozy, filled with clay and dreams. I’m all set to throw some pots. But then, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” And I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a festival in the piazza. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. More distractions.” But Marco’s all hyped, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s go.”

‘It’s my spiritual sanctuary’