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About Florence

Sometimes I wonder, am I chasin’ a ghost? Like, is this chick even real, or am I stuck in limbo? “We need to go deeper,” I tell myself, hypin’ up—*unleash the power within!*—pushin’ past the fear. Once, I saw this gal on a corner, smokin’, lookin’ bored. Approached her, all nervous, thinkin’, “Is she? Isn’t she?” Turns out, nah—just waitin’ for her Uber. Felt like a dumbass, but I laughed it off—life’s too short, man!

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Finally, the power comes back, and I rush out. I’m dodging people on the street, trying to get to the parade. It’s packed! Everyone’s dancing, laughing, and I’m just trying to squeeze through. I bump into this old lady. Sorry, Nonna! She gives me the dirtiest look. I mean, I get it, I’m a hot mess.

Fig. 1 The Flora's image in the Ariadne House in the ancient Stabiae...