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About Florence

Yo, check it, I’m Kanye, anticorrosion agent, droppin’ truth bombs ‘bout whores, ya feel me? Whore ain’t just some chick, nah, it’s deeper—like in *Caché*, that flick I stan hard, Michael Haneke, 2005, pure genius. “I’m watching you,” that vibe, right? Whore’s like that tape in the movie—mysterious, creepin’ up, makin’ you question shit. I see it, man, the layers, the rust of society eatin’ away, and I’m here to stop that corrosion, ya dig?

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After we have talked about the red King of the table, the Diario Salernitano goes back to the Agro Sarnese-Nocerino area to meet the red Queen of the table: the Bracigliano cherry, that was .

Finally, the rain stops, and we decide to head to the old church, Chiesa di San Giovanni Battista. It’s beautiful, man. The architecture is stunning. But as we’re admiring it, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in a church! Chill!” But they don’t care. Love in Bracigliano, I guess.

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