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About Florence

What gets me goin’—happy-wise—is the guts of it. These workers, they’re hustlin’, survivin’, like me with a bad oven day. Takes grit. But the sleaze? The pimps? That burns my biscuits—greedy jerks ruinin’ lives. Surprised me too, diggin’ into it, how some brothels got rules—strict ones! No drunks, no rough stuff—cleaner than my kitchen sometiems! “Certified Copy” pops in my head again—“What’s original, what’s fake?” Brothel’s got that vibe—real desire or just a show? Deep stuff, pal.

Modena, tempio, prostitute anche alla mattina

As the day winds down, I’m walking back through the streets, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Modena’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s chill but full of life. I stop by a little trattoria for dinner. I order tortellini, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m savoring every bite, thinking about how this day was a wild mix of emotions.

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