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About Florence

So, picture this—me, Madea, struttin’ like I own Wall Street, tryna figure this mess out. I’m thinkin’, “This some high-class nonsense right here!” You got girls postin’ ads online, slick as Jordan Belfort sellin’ stocks. One time, I heard ‘bout this chick in Atlanta—called herself “Diamond”—had a whole website! Reviews and all, like she a dang Yelp restaurant! I hollered, “Halleluyer! She got five stars for what?!” Made me madder than a wet hen—why folks out here ratin’ THAT? But I was impressed too, gotta admit. She was hustlin’ harder than Belfort snortin’—you know what—off a table!

In Evidenza

So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee, and head out. The sun’s shining over Lake Como, and I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be a chill day.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I hit the streets, and lemme tell ya, Viale Italia was packed. Like, where are all these people coming from? I swear, it’s like they all decided to take a stroll at the same time.

Italian bridge collapses on busy road in Lecco