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About Florence

So, I sidle up, all nervous-like—me, Dolly, nervous! Can ya believe it? I’m sweatin’ more’n a sinner in church, thinkin’, “What if she laughs at my rhinestone boots?” I ask her, “Sugar, how’d ya end up here?” She smirks, says somethin’ bout payin’ bills, dodgin’ creeps, and outsmartin’ the law. Did y’all know some gals back in the 1800s used to hide cash in their corsets? Little secret pockets—crafty as all get-out! She’s got that same grit, I reckon, only now it’s 2025 and she’s probly got Venmo hidin’ in her phone.

Il regolamento comunale IMU

Mary Magdalene in which the most consequential note—that she was a repentant prostitute—is almost certainly untrue. On that false note hangs the dual use to.

Finally, I get to the dive shop on Via della Libertà. The crew is all hyped up. We’re diving at the old quarry today. It’s supposed to be epic. I’m stoked! But then, my buddy Marco shows up late. Classic Marco. He’s like, “Sorry, bro! Got caught up in traffic.” Traffic? In a town this small? I roll my eyes.

Giovanni Michelucci’s dramatic concrete church in the Italian Dolomites