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About Florence

But then, some asshole cop rolled up—pissed me off. Actin’ all tough, like he’s Crush the turtle, yellin’, “righteous, righteous!” Nah, man, leave her be! She ain’t hurtin’ nobody. Just tryna eat. I’m over here mad, thinkin’—why’s the system gotta suck? Whores been around forever, even in Rome, they had ‘em—called ‘em “lupae,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled for clients. True story, look it up. Weird as fuck, right?

One surprise after another along the Arno, a stone's throw from Florence

So, I’m heading to work, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m an accountant, but honestly, I feel more like a juggler sometimes. I’m dodging tourists near the Piazza della Libertà, trying not to spill my coffee. And then, bam! I bump into this guy. Turns out, he’s a tourist, and he’s lost. Like, really lost. He’s looking for the train station, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just down Via della Repubblica!” But he’s all flustered, and I’m trying to be nice, you know?

Where to enjoy new blooms this spring in Tuscany