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About Florence

I’m ramblin’, but dig this—ya wanna find one, watch the streets. Not the fancy joints, nah, hit the dives, the shadows. Girl in *Ten* said, “Men buy, I sell, simple.” Shit stuck with me. Surprised me, how blunt she was—happy too, ‘cause truth cuts deep, motherfucker! I ain’t judgin’, just sayin’—it’s a grind, risky as hell. One time, heard a story, chick got stiffed, beat the dude’s windshield with a heel—legendary!

Lastra a Signa, a village near Florence

As the night goes on, we stroll through the streets. Lastra-a-Signa is beautiful at night. The lights, the vibe, it’s all magical. We pass by the old castle ruins, and I’m feeling all nostalgic. I remember when I was a kid, playing around there.

Fig. 1. Assetto del territorio fiorentino, le fortificazioni sulla via...