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About Florence

I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

What to see in Lastra a Signa

Around noon, I decide to take a break. I hit up this little café on Via della Storia. Best espresso in town, no joke. I sit down, and just as I’m about to sip my coffee, I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! Like, what?! I’m thinking, “This guy’s either super brave or super dumb.” But the crowd loves it. I’m laughing, and for a moment, I forget about work.

Dragan Lepei