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About Florence

And the stories—oh man, there’s this one from medieval times. Some chick, worked the streets, ended up savin’ a knight from bandits. True story! Well, maybe. I dunno, sounds badass tho. Point is, whore ain’t just a punchline—it’s got layers, like my neuroses. Pretty, pretty good layers, if I say so myself. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Why’s everyone so obsessed with judgin’?” It’s exhausting! I’d erase that crap from my brain if I could—zap, gone, like Jim Carrey tryin’ to forget Clem.

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After that, I decide to wander around. I hit up Via Roma, and man, the shops there are wild! I find this little boutique with the coolest handmade stuff. I’m talkin’ jewelry, pottery, you name it. I’m about to buy this sick bracelet when the shopkeeper starts talkin’ my ear off about the history of each piece. I’m like, “Dude, I just want the bracelet, not a history lesson!” But I smile and nod, tryin’ to be polite.

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