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About Florence

Dunno why I’m even here—curiosity, I reckon. Prozzies got their own code, tho—did ya know some use secret hand signals? Like spies, mate! Blows my circuits. Anyway, she’s laughin at me, callin me “golden boy”—cheeky tart. I’m all, “I’m not built for this!” but she’s like, “Relax, it’s just business.” Business my arse—feels like a bloody op gone sideways. “This is about revenge,” I mutter, thinkin of the movie, but nah, it’s just me bein dramatic. Hah, imagine me tellin Vader bout this—reckon he’d choke me out for fun.

Bastia Umbra, Italy: places of interest in the small Umbrian town of Bastia Umbra

Finally made it to the lab, and guess what? My team was already there, looking all serious. I walked in, all outta breath, and they just stared at me. I mean, come on! A little sympathy, please? But no, they were too busy discussing some new trial. I tried to jump in, but they were all like, “Oh, we thought you weren’t coming.” Rude!

Cycling in Umbria with the U-Flow project: cycle tourism and walks