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About Florence

So, I’m strollin’, tryna find a chick who’s, uh, *available*. How you doin’, ladies? I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ on a corner like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that *Moonrise* spunk—‘I’m not leaving without you!’” I swagger up, all Joey-style, “Hey, how you doin’?” She smirks, like, “Boy, you lost?” I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like—damn, this is wild! Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “back off.” Crazy, right? History’s freaky like that.

In Evidenza

After that, I head over to the Parco della Rocca. It’s my go-to spot to chill. I plop down on a bench, just takin’ it all in. Kids are playin’, couples are smoochin’, and I’m just vibin’. But then, this group of teenagers starts blasting music. Like, seriously? I’m tryin’ to enjoy nature here! I mean, I love a good beat, but c’mon!

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