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About Florence

Sorrentino’s film, tho, it’s all bout facades—whores wear em too. “What’s beneath the surface?” I mutter to myself, sippin chianti, smirkin. They’re hustlin, playin the game, but there’s soul there, Clarice… soul! Makes me happy, seein that grit. Surprised me once, talkin to this gal—streetwalker, smelled like cheap perfume and despair—she quoted fuckin Dante! Blew my mind, I tell ya.

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First off, I’m in this cute little apartment on Via Cavour. Seriously, it’s like a postcard. But then, I step outside, and bam! The smell of fresh focaccia hits me. I’m like, “Yes, please!” So, I grab a slice from this tiny bakery on the corner. Best decision ever. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I hear this loud crash.

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