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About Florence

Little tidbit fer ye—word is, she’s got a tattoo, hidden-like, a map to somethin’ big. Treasure? Revenge? Dunno, but I’d wager me last bottle o’ rum it’s real. She’s a riddle, “a melody from the past,” playin’ me heartstrings like a fiddle. Gets me thinkin’—maybe I’d court her, if I weren’t so wedded to the sea. Ha! Me, tied down? That’s a laugh—whore’d prob’ly rob me blind ‘fore the vows were done.

Nel porto di Palermo c’è un ristorante e cocktail bar con l’orto di eccellenze siciliane

So, I’m strolling down Via Roma, right? The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Hey, maybe today’s the day I discover something groundbreaking!” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. But I was pumped. I grab a coffee at this tiny café, Bar Focacceria, and the barista, this dude with a mustache that could rival a walrus, hands me a cappuccino that’s basically a work of art. I’m like, “Dude, you should be in a museum!”

Romaine Palermo Obituary (1938 - 2025) - Mays Landing, NJ - The Press of Atlantic City