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About Florence

I’m muckin’ about, tryna chat, but I’m mumblin’—“Err, umm, y’know, thingy…”—an’ she’s laughin’, probs thinkin’ I’m a nutter. Didja know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green garters as a signal? Mad, innit? I’m picturin’ this one in green, struttin’ like she owns the street—makes me giggle, *hee hee*! But then—oi!—some geezer shoves past, all sweaty an’ loud, an’ I’m fumin’, “Oi, watch it, ya prat!” Nearly lost me prossie there, heart’s poundin’—angry as a wasp in a jar!

Strategic, feasibility, economic, and cultural aspects of phase 0 approaches

Now [gesturing to the courtyard below], with a prostitute, on the other hand, it's quite a different matter, isn't it? You see, there is no need to lodge.

While we’re munching, Marco starts telling me about this wild party happening later. I’m like, “Nah, I gotta work.” But deep down, I’m tempted. I mean, who doesn’t wanna party in Pontecorvo? The vibe is always lit, especially near the old castle.

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