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About Florence

Exaggeratin’ for the drama—I’m screamin’, “I’m the king of this night!” Actin’ like I’m hot shit, but really, I’m broke, smellin’ like regret. Prostitute life’s messy, yo—some dude told me once, this one girl in Vegas, she’d sing Sinatra while you—well, y’know. Weird flex, but I respect it. Keeps it real. “The Return” vibes again—“We’ve got to go back!”—I’m thinkin’ that after, wonderin’ if I’m lost in this chaos.

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We barely miss it, and I’m half-laughing, half-crying. I mean, come on! A pigeon? In Fara-Gera-d-Adda? That’s just my luck. After that, we hit the roundabout at Piazza della Libertà. You know, the one with that weird statue? I always joke that it looks like a confused tourist. Anyway, Marco’s still shaky, and I’m trying to keep it light.

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