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About Florence

So I’m strollin’, right, lookin’ for a lady of the night. Gotta admit, I’m pumped! “This is gonna be great!” I yell, probly scarin’ some pigeons. Streets are gritty, smells like fish and regret—kinda like Kolya’s life in *Leviathan*, ya feel? I see this gal, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. She’s all, “Hey, big guy, need somethin’?” and I’m like, “That’s what she said!” Hah! Classic me, amirite?

Scoperta una casa per prostituzione in palazzo signorile a Terni

If having sex is a right, aside from playing the incel and red-pilled game, then what are we waiting for to legalize prostitution so that.

Finally, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s salvage this day.” I head to the Basilica di San Valentino. It’s beautiful, man. I’m standing there, taking it all in, and I feel this wave of calm wash over me. But then, I hear this loud group of tourists behind me. They’re taking selfies, yelling, and I’m like, “Can’t a guy have a moment of peace?”

Umbria Jazz 1984