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About Florence

I’m ramblin’, but check this—huntin’ for a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up. Nah, you gotta know codes, spots, who’s real. X posts be wildin’—dudes droppin’ tips, like “go by the docks, fam.” Web says same shit—secret corners, lowkey motels. Surprised me how organized it is, like a damn mafia. “Who’s gonna stop me? God?”—that’s me laughin’ at the law, yo. Cops don’t care ‘less you loud.

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Then I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s this cute little square, right? I’m just soaking in the vibes when I see this street performer. He’s juggling, and honestly, he’s not half bad. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon swoops down and knocks his hat off! I’m dying laughing. The guy’s face was priceless. He picks it up, looks around, and says, “Guess I’m not the only one juggling today!” Classic.

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