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About Florence

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in Asgard, we’d just summon ‘em with a gold wave, but Midgard’s messier. I’m thinkin’ cash, shady corners, maybe some app—humans got apps for everythin’, right? Did ya know, like, in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Freaky little factoid—bet they’d look like Valkyries on a bender. Anyway, I’m strollin’, eyes sharp, mischief brewin’. This ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a hunt, a game, like trackin’ that tiger in *Tropical Malady*. “The forest hides its secrets,” I whisper, smug as hell, quotin’ again.

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After that, I decide to stroll through the old town. The narrow streets of Formia are so charming, but I’m still fuming about my coffee. I pass by the ancient Roman ruins, and I’m like, “Wow, these are older than my problems.” But then I trip over a cobblestone. Seriously? I’m just trying to appreciate history here!

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