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About Florence

So – I’m drivin’. Mutterin’ to myself – “Gotta find her.” Eyes peeled. Then – BAM. There she is. Leaning on a lamppost. Legs for DAYS – hot damn. She’s got this – wig. Purple. Crooked. Reminds me – *Holy Motors*. “Weirdness! Keeps us alive!” I pull over – fast. Heart’s poundin’. I’m thinkin’ – is she nuts? Perfect. I ask – “You workin’?” She smirks. Says – “For the right price, grandpa.” GRANDPA?! I’m pissed – then laughin’. Cheeky! I like it.

La segnalazione da parte dei cittadini

After that fiasco, I decide to take a walk along Via XX Settembre. It’s a nice street, lined with shops and cafes. I pop into this little bookstore. I love books, man. I’m browsing, and I find this old novel about Saronno’s history. I’m flipping through it, and it’s fascinating! Did you know Saronno is famous for its amaretto? I mean, who doesn’t love a good liqueur?

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