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About Florence

Here’s a kicker—Victorian era. London. Brothels had *menus*. Yeah—printed lists. “French style”—wink. Freaky shit. Surprised me—damn. History’s wild. Makes ya think. Who’s runnin’ this show? Fat cats—always. Cash rollin’. Girls cryin’. I’d burn it down—sometimes. In my head.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Dance, drink, dental cleaning, sit at outdoor bar n watch the tourists n natives. Botox, shop. Girly bars further in town one block east of main.

First up is Marco. Kid’s 17, thinks he’s the next F1 champ. He hops in the car, all cocky. I’m like, “Dude, chill. You gotta learn to drive before you can drift.” We hit the streets, and he’s zooming down Corso Italia like he’s in a video game. I’m gripping the “oh crap” handle, praying we don’t end up in the canal.

Davide Marchini's Progresso Closes the Season with a Comeback Victory Over Ravenna