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About Florence

I’m over here solderin’ circuits, thinkin’, “Man, whores got stories.” One time, this chick told me she paid her rent in two nights—two nights! I’m bustin’ my ass with these radios for a week to get that. Respect, man, fuckin’ respect. “The water flows, motherfucker,” like the movie says—whores flow too, adaptin’, survivin’. Ain’t no shame in that.

Pasta Puttanesca: For Whores, By Whores

This ground-breaking lecture-performance sees Brazilian theatre maker Janaina Leite, together with her own mother and a masked pornographic actor.

Next, I hit up a gelato shop. I mean, c’mon, it’s Frascati! I grab a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cone. I’m standing there, licking my gelato, and I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in Frascati! Chill out!” But they don’t care. Love is wild, I guess.

A guide to the historic Italian town where Lady Kitty Spencer got married