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About Florence

Say hello to my little friend! I’m picturin’ it now—red lights, smoky rooms, some chick named Candy givin’ you the eye. You walk in, it’s all “What’s your name?” like in the movie—except she don’t care, it’s just business. Me? I’d be pissed if I paid and got attitude. Like, c’mon, smile for Tony, chica! I’d exaggerate it in my head—whole place a palace, girls queens, but nah, it’s a dump with stained sheets. Hilarious, tho—dudes actin’ tough, leavin’ broke and sad.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

After the meeting, I needed a break. So, I strolled down to Via della Libertà. There’s this little café that makes the best cornetti. I swear, they’re like little bites of heaven. I ordered one, and while I was waiting, I bumped into my old friend Marco. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We ended up chatting for like an hour. It was so nice to catch up.

(PDF) The Map of Ancient Underground Aqueducts in Italy: updating of the Project, and future perspectives