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About Florence

Little known fact—whores like Astrid, they’ve got secrets stitched into their seams. Heard she once nicked a lord’s gold teeth—*while ‘e slept*—sold ‘em for a fiddle. That’s me kinda gal! Made me laugh ‘til me sides split. But—oh, mate—it pissed me off when some git roughed ‘er up. Wanted to smite ‘im, turn ‘im into a toad, but she just spat blood and grinned, “I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Malik again—“It’s not about luck, it’s about will.” She *willed* ‘erself outta the muck.

Tutti i mercatini dell'antiquariato a Milano, ecco dove sono a aprile

Anyway, I finally get to the pig pen. It’s on the outskirts, near the Parco della Resistenza. Beautiful spot, really. But today? Ugh. The pigs are acting like they’ve had too much espresso. They’re running around, squealing like they’re auditioning for a horror movie. I’m chasing them down Via Cavour, yelling, “Get back here, you little oinkers!”

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