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About Florence

One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

"Hands off the Folgore!"

Between Via delle Belle Donne, piazza Facchini and Via dell'Occhio, was the Red light district of Pisa. The brothels were closed in , following the Merlin law, and converted into recovery .

After that, I decide to hit up the Etruscan Museum. I mean, how can you not? It’s packed with history! But, of course, it’s also packed with tourists. I’m trying to enjoy the artifacts, but there’s this group of loud Americans. They’re taking selfies with every single statue. Like, chill, guys! It’s not a photo op; it’s history!

Samuele Aprile in the middle for Tuscania