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About Florence

So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Joe, in some alley, all nervous-like. “In the mood,” I whisper, tryna be smooth. She’d laugh, prob’ly—say, “Old man, you’re a trip!” And I’d be happy—shoot, just talkin’ to her, hearin’ her story. Maybe she’s got a kid, maybe she’s just tired—dunno, but I’d listen. Surprised me once, hearin’ one gal say she loved jazz—Coltrane, man! Who’d’a thunk?

But hey, I’m not one to dwell. I shake it off and keep moving. I hit up a stall selling handmade jewelry on Via della Libertà. This lady was super chill, chatting about her craft. I ended up buying a bracelet. It’s kinda funky, but I dig it.

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