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About Florence

I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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After that, I stroll down to Piazza Vittorio Emanuele. It’s this beautiful square, and there’s a gelato stand. I mean, c’mon, who can resist gelato? I grab a cone—pistachio, my fave. But as I’m lickin’ it, I see this guy drop his phone. I’m like, “Dude, your phone!” But he’s too busy takin’ a selfie. Priorities, right?

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