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About Florence

I saw this bird once, down Soho way, legs like a giraffe on stilts, totterin’ in heels that’d snap yer neck. Made me laugh, it did – “She’s got a vibe, man, heavy!” – but Christ, the state of her! Hair like a rat’s nest, makeup smeared like she’s been shagged through a hedge backwards. Proper munter, but I reckon she’s got stories, dark ones. Bet she’s seen blokes cry, blokes beg, blokes puke – the lot! Little known fact, right – some prossies back in the ‘70s, they’d nick yer wallet while humming Bowie tunes. Sneaky cows!

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After the rain, the sun comes back, and I’m feeling good. I head over to the Piazza della Libertà. There’s this market going on. Fresh fruits, veggies, and oh man, the cheese! I’m in heaven. I grab some pecorino, and this lady behind me is like, “You gotta try the salami too!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not made of money!” But I end up buying some anyway.

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