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About Florence

Arr matey, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! So, I be Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy? Been thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes lately—aye, them lasses o’ the night! Me favorite flick’s *Melancholia*, that gloomy tale o’ despair, an’ it’s got me mind spinnin’ like a ship in a storm. Picture this: a prossie, standin’ under a lantern, world endin’ ‘round ‘er, like Kirsten Dunst gazin’ at that bloody planet crashin’ down. “This is the end, isn’t it?” she’d mutter, all poetic-like, tradin’ flesh while the sky falls. Ain’t that a sight, eh?

“Amore criminale” racconta il triplice delitto

First stop, Via Roma. I’m there, ready to install some fancy glass in this old villa. You know, the kind that makes you feel like you’re in a movie? But then, bam! The client’s like, “Oh, I changed my mind. I want it in blue.” Blue? Seriously? I’m a glazier, not a mood ring! I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you can’t just change it like that!” But whatever, I roll with it.

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