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About Florence

Ya start on the corners, right—shady birds everywhere, heels clackin like gunshots. One lass, swear down, looked like she’d shiv ya soon as shag ya. I’m cacklin, “Oi love, you the killer or the cure?” She blanked me—rude cow! Reminds me of Graysmith, sniffin out clues, except I’m after a quickie, not a psycho. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty mares! History’s full of that—little fact for ya, ya ignorant git.

San Vito al Tagliamento

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that rich, dark espresso that makes you feel alive. But guess what? The barista, bless her heart, totally messed up my order. I asked for a cappuccino, and she gave me a macchiato. Like, what even? I was like, “Ma’am, I didn’t ask for a shot of disappointment.” But whatever, I chugged it down anyway.

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