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About Florence

Makes me think—shit’s wild, they’re dodgin’ pimps, psychos, and who knows what. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say they’re one wrong john away from a ditch! Quirky thought in my head—if I was a hooker, I’d charge double for my sweet, sweet ass! Ha! Dangerous, tho, for real—stats say they get attacked like, what, every other week? Fuckin’ insane, you guys! Anyway, “Inherent Vice” vibes—smoke, sex, and screwy deals. That’s the life, bitches! Respect it!

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After my gelato rescue, I’m feelin’ better. I wander over to the ancient castle ruins, Castello dei Conti. It’s all crumbling and stuff, but there’s something magical about it. I’m sketching again, and this group of kids runs by, playing tag. They’re laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like, despite the chaos, there’s joy everywhere.

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