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One time, she suprised me – brought me a fish! Dead one, stinkin’, said she found it floppin’ on the pier. “For you, champ,” she grinned, and I bout lost it laughin’. “This ain’t no pizza, man!” I yelled, tossin’ it back in the sea. She was cool, tho – had heart, even if she was a mess.

Introduction

Over the course of three centuries, the prostitutes of Florence ascended from outcasts — tolerated only beyond the walls and wearing bells to distinguish themselves from “decent” .

I’ve gotta mention the nightlife too. Westside Brew Pub on Vinyl St. beats with music, vibes, and spills of laughter. Everyone’s free and a lil' bit naughty. It’s kinda like nature’s own rhythm, where even the shy blush under the city lights. I mean, who wouldn’t get a buzz from that energy? It’s all raw, natural lovin’, like a spontaneous sonnet.

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