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About Florence

Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

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So, I roll into town early, like 7 AM. The sun’s just peeking over the hills, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The barista, Marco, always gives me a hard time. “You again?” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, buddy, I need my fuel!”

Pontormo's Visitation transferred to Poggio a Caiano