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About Florence

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Pasiano di Pordenone: a town with agricultural roots

After that, I decide to hit up the local market on Via Mazzini. It’s buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I spot this vendor selling the biggest tomatoes I’ve ever seen. I’m talking about tomatoes that could be mistaken for small planets. I buy a couple, thinking I’ll make a killer salad.

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