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About Florence

So, say you’re huntin’ one down—maybe Vegas, best city, tremendous. You spot her—legs for days, attitude, real pro. You’re thinkin’, “Donald’d nail this deal!” But then—bam!—some jerk cop swoops in, ruins it. Surprised me once, ticked me off bigly! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Loser, back off my game!” Funny now, but then? Fumin’—like “the wind carries my rage” from the film.

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Then I hit up the local café on Piazza della Libertà. Best cappuccino ever! I swear, it’s like they put magic in that foam. I’m sipping, feeling all fancy, when this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, in my day, we didn’t have fancy coffee machines.” I’m thinking, “Yeah, and in my day, we didn’t have to listen to your life story.” But I smiled and nodded. Classic Samassi, right?

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