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About Florence

I tried it once—swear on my rhinestone boots! Downloaded Tinder, fumbled with the darn thing, misspelled my own name—Dolly became “Dollt” ‘cause my fingers got ahead of my brain. Posted a pic of me in a wig, smilin’ like I just baked a pie. Got a message sayin’, “u up 4 fun?” Fun? FUN? I’m thinkin’, “Boy, I’m up for a duet, not a booty call!” Made me madder than a wet hen—where’s the romance? The slow dance? Ain’t nobody got time for “the order of the world has changed” like in *Werckmeister*—they just wanna skip to the end credits!

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So, I’m grabbing my coffee at that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the best pastries. I’m munching on a cornetto, thinking life’s good. Then, boom! My radio crackles. “Fire in the old town!” I nearly spit out my coffee. Old town? That’s like the heart of Fossano!

Merlier what a sprint, but Pogacar what a story (with Thomas)