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About Florence

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothel—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m sittin here, thinkin bout them houses of sin, and it’s like, damn, shit gets wild! Used to sneak peeks at old tales—brothels been round since forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fuckin wolf dens, how badass is that? Makes me grin, thinkin bout it. Me, I’d be the bomb tech of vice, defusin tension like in *The Hurt Locker*—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction,” ya feel me?

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First off, I’m cruising down Via Roma, right? The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. I mean, who wouldn’t? Caltanissetta’s got that vibe. The old buildings, the narrow streets, and the smell of fresh cannoli wafting through the air. I’m like, “Yeah, I can do this.” But then, BAM! I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? This city’s got more potholes than a Swiss cheese! My coffee spills everywhere. Great start, right?

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