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About Florence

Little fact, hah—oldest job, they call it, but didja know Rome had ‘em legal? Lupanars, fancy word, stone beds, no comfort. Imagine that, stone-cold ass! Made me laugh, then mad—why no cushions, huh? History’s a dick sometimes. This one time, drunk dude stumbles in, yells, “Play me a tune!” Like it’s a fuckin’ piano bar! Told him, “Wrong joint, pal—keys ain’t here.” He cried—pathetic, but funny.

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So, I’m fuming, but I decide to shake it off. I head over to Via Garibaldi, where the shops are. I’m browsing, looking for a new shirt. I find this sick one, but guess what? It’s too small. Ugh! I’m like, “Why do I even bother?” I mean, I’m not a giant or anything, but these sizes are ridiculous.

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