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About Florence

Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

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First off, I’m a librarian, so my life is usually books, books, and more books. But today? Nah, not even close. I was just about to head to the Biblioteca Comunale when I realized I forgot my keys. Classic me, right? So, I sprinted down Via Indipendenza, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Like, come on, people! It’s not a photo op, it’s a street!

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