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About Florence

“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

The history of brothels

Finally, we wrap up at a local café. I grab a coffee, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I’m sitting there, reflecting on the day. Yeah, it was chaotic, but it was also kinda beautiful. Marino’s got this vibe, ya know? The streets, the people, the food. It’s messy, but it’s home.

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