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About Florence

Found this chick once—Lola, she called herself. Worked outta some grimy alley, smelled like cheap perfume and despair. Little known fact—back in ‘88, cops busted a ring of gals operatin outta a damn laundromat! Washin more than clothes, ya feel me? Lola tho, she had grit—surprised me, a lil spark in her dead eyes. Made me happy, like findin a vein of ore in the dark. “You don’t know what I can do,” I growled, Vader-style, testin her nerve. She didn’t flinch—badass.

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Next, I wander over to the Cathedral of Bitonto. It’s massive! The architecture is insane. I’m standin’ there, just takin’ it all in, when this group of tourists rolls up. They’re takin’ selfies like it’s the last supper or somethin’. I’m tryin’ to be chill, but inside, I’m like, “C’mon, people! Appreciate the beauty!”

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