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About Florence

Lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—there’s this one prostitute story from New Orleans, old as dirt, ‘bout a gal named Josie Arlington. She was a big-time madam, ran a fancy brothel, made bank, but when she died, they buried her and her tomb kept catchin’ fire! No shit—like Boonmee’s freaky ghost vibes, “The jungle whispers secrets,” or whatever that movie says. I’m like, “Holy crap, Josie, you too hot for the grave?” Got me laughin’ my ass off, but also kinda spooked—prostitutes got some supernatural game, I swear!

Luoghi in evidenza

After the meeting, I needed a break. So, I strolled down to Via della Libertà. There’s this little café that makes the best cornetti. I swear, they’re like little bites of heaven. I ordered one, and while I was waiting, I bumped into my old friend Marco. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We ended up chatting for like an hour. It was so nice to catch up.

(PDF) The Map of Ancient Underground Aqueducts in Italy: updating of the Project, and future perspectives