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About Florence

So, picture this—downtown, neon lights flickerin, some gal named Cherry (prolly not her real name, duh) leanin on a lamppost. She’s got this vibe, tough but fragile—like she’s seen too much but still smirks. I dig that. Reminds me of when I’d walk Cupertino streets, dreamin up the next Mac. Hustle’s hustle, right? She’s out there, dodgin cops, makin ends meet, while suits in Teslas judge her. Pisses me off—hypocrisy, man, burns me up! Zen pause… deep breath… let it go.

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So, I finally make it to the job site. We’re up in the hills, near the old castle ruins. The view is sick, man. You can see the whole valley. But then, my buddy Marco shows up late. Typical Marco. He’s like, “Sorry, bro, traffic on Via della Repubblica.” I’m like, “Dude, it’s a two-lane road! How do you get stuck?”

Coping in an Italian Castle (Published 1989)