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About Florence

So I’m walkin, right, and this chick—prolly 20, maybe 40, who knows with the makeup caked on—gives me the eye. I’m like, “Honey, I ain’t buyin what you’re sellin less I know the deal.” She smirks, all sassy, and I’m thinkin, *damn, this is some real-life cinema*. Godard’s voice in my head: “The image is a prison.” Ain’t that the truth? She’s trapped, I’m trapped, we’re all stuck starin at each other like idiots. I ask her name—Crystal, she says. Yeah, sure, “Crystal”—prolly Susan from Ohio, but whatever, I roll with it.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Piazza della Libertà. You know, the one with the best pastries? I grab a cornetto, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, BAM! This dude spills his coffee all over me. I’m like, “Dude, seriously?!” I mean, I’m a Nose, not a mop! I was fuming, but then I caught a whiff of fresh bread from the bakery next door. Ugh, why’s Gorle gotta be so tempting?

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