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About Florence

So yeah, love ‘em, hate ‘em, they’re human, simples. Next time you judge, think—crikey, could I survive that? Probs not, too posh, too clumsy—sprawled in the gutter, “Domine salvum me!” Ha! Whore’s a mirror, mate—shows us our own mess. Cheers, off for a cuppa now—toodle-pip!

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"I'm a prostitute, Italian. A prostitute for hire. You've never seen a whore? Aren't there any where you come from? If you wanted a nun, the.

Finally, I get past that mess and head towards the market. Oh man, the market! It’s like a food lover’s paradise. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of pastries wafting through the air. I’m drooling just thinkin’ about it. I grab a slice of focaccia from this little stand on Piazza della Repubblica. Best thing ever! I’m munching away, and life’s good again.

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