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About Florence

Oh, and the typos—soryy, fat fingers, wine’s flowing, y’know? Escorts got stories, too—like that rumor ‘bout some duke in Essos who hired ten at once, then vanished. Probs dead in a ditch, poor bastard—overdosed on “company.” Makes me cackle, imagining his face. Anyway, it’s a game, innit? Escorts play it better than most—sly, slippery, like shadows in that film I love. “The past is a strange place,” movie says, and escorts? They’re living it, dragging it into now. Hate ‘em, love ‘em—can’t look away. You? What’s yer take? Spill it!

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Now I’m mad. I mean, how can a wine shop just close? It’s Castel-di-Lama! Wine is life! So, I decide to hit up a bar instead. I walk in, and the bartender’s this old guy, super grumpy. I order a glass of Montepulciano, and he gives me this look like I just asked for unicorn tears. Whatever, man. I just want my wine!

Decisive challenge in Eccellenza: Ksport Montecchio against Maceratese for Serie D