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About Florence

Back in my Texas days—yeehaw!—I heard whispers bout secret brothels in ol’ oil towns. Roughnecks blowin’ cash, playin’ cards, gittin’ frisky. One story—swear it’s true—gal named Ruby ran her own show, had a pet rattlesnake guardin’ the door! Ain’t nobody messin’ with Ruby—tougher’n a two-dollar steak! Surprised me so much I near fell off my horse—well, my chair.

Mozart opera raises hackles

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Anyway, I chugged my coffee and dashed to the Teatro Massimo. I was pumped! I mean, it’s the biggest opera house in Italy, right? The architecture is insane! Like, I could stare at those columns all day. But then, BAM! I realized I forgot my ticket. Ugh! I had to sprint back to my place. I felt like a total idiot.

Review: Houston Grand Opera’s ‘Tannhäuser’ and ‘Breaking the Waves’