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About Florence

So, listen, yeah? Me, creepin’ round, eyes big, lookin’ for a girl. Streets stinks, all piss an’ smoke—lovely, innit? We swears! Found one once, near Soho, real shadowy spot. She’s all, “Wotcha want, luv?” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Not much time left,” like them movie folk waitin’ for the planet to smash ‘em. Paid her quick, tenner slipped shaky-like—cheaper than a pint these days! Little fact, yeah? Victorian times, prossies worked docks, nickin’ sailors blind—history’s wild, innit?

Da Gubbio, Umbertide e Fabriano per andare a prostitute: 13 acciuffati e multati

So, we load up this truck with all sorts of stuff. Boxes, furniture, you name it. I’m trying to keep it together, but then I get a call. It’s from a client in Assisi. They’re freaking out because their shipment’s late. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s Fabriano, not the end of the world!” But no, they’re losing it. I mean, it’s just paper, right? But to them, it’s like gold.

Paolo Icaro in Fabriano: unveiled the work Artificio naturale at Pinacoteca Molajoli