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About Florence

So, I’m dreamin’, right? Me, slippin’ through alleys, fog thick as soup, lookin’ for her. “You’re not ready yet!”—that’s what the dad says in *The Return*, and I’m thinkin’, am I? Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—excitin’ but dodgy. Maybe she’s got them tired eyes, smokin’ a fag, leanin’ on a wall. “Where you goin’, love?” she’d purr, and I’d fumble, all shy. We swears! I’d prolly trip over me own feet, clumsy git.

Island and Lakes

Finally, I get my pizza, and it’s glorious. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven. But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Luca. He’s like, “Meet me at the fountain!” So, I’m chowing down and trying to get there. I’m practically running down Via Vittorio Emanuele.

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