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About Florence

Yo, what’s good? So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a mess, just like Tom Stall’s diner in *A History of Violence*. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, and it’s wild—people toss "whore" around like it’s nothin, but it’s got layers, fam. Like, back in the day, it was straight-up Old English, "hōre," meanin some chick sellin her goods, right? But now? It’s a vibe, a flex, a slur—dependin on who’s yellin it. Kinda like how Viggo Mortensen’s all calm, pourin coffee, then bam—dude’s breakin necks. Sh*t flips quick.

Exhibitions and events

Cesano Maderno is a very well-kept town. This palace, a noble Lombard villa, certainly deserves to be visited internally as well. It overlooks the beautiful seventeenth-century Piazza Esedra on .

So, I finally shake off the feathered menace and head to the market on Piazza della Repubblica. Man, the vibe there is electric! Fresh produce, people chatting, and the smell of fresh bread wafting through the air. I’m all about that focaccia life. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a tomato. A TOMATO! Like, c’mon, bro, it’s not a Ferrari! Just pay the euro and move on!

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