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About Florence

Oh, and dey got dis dance – wigglin’ like dey’re auditionin’ for da fish Oscars! I’m sittin’ there, imaginin’ ‘em sayin’, “I’m da king of da world!” – nah, just kiddin’, dat’s my line! But srsly, dese whores, dey’re tough, adaptable, total champs. Makes me wanna flex and shout, “Get to da choppa!” – ‘cept it’s a boat, ya, to see ‘em again! Dey’re my ocean bros, keepin’ it real, and I’m like – respect, ya! Whore fish, dey’re da real deal, no posers here! I’ll be back for more, dat’s a promise!

I nostri alloggi

By now, I’m starving. I hit up this little trattoria on Via Mazzini. The food? OMG. I order pasta, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m slurping it down, and I can’t even. But then, the waiter spills water all over my lap. I’m like, “Really, man?!” But he’s super apologetic, and I can’t stay mad.

A metaphysical province, between utopias and lost memories