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About Florence

Met this one whore once—real chatterbox, she was. Called herself “Lulu,” swore she bedded a king’s cousin or some rot. Prolly bullshit, but her eyes sparkled like she meant it. Got me thinkin’—whores got stories, yeh? Layers, like that lake in the movie, all calm but deep and murky. Still, we hates it! All that fakery—smilin’ while they pick yer pockets!

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Then, boom! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there, in the dark, with a line of people looking at me like I’m supposed to fix it. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a cashier, not a magician!” Everyone’s grumbling, and I’m trying to keep it light. “Hey, at least we’re saving on electricity, right?” Crickets. Tough crowd.

IBM Travelling Pavillion/ roof for industrial use, Pomezia, Italien, Architect: Renzo Piano.