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About Florence

So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

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Outside, it’s chaos. People are milling around, and I’m just standing there, drenched in coffee and frustration. But then, I see the view of Lake Iseo. The mountains in the background, the water sparkling. It’s breathtaking. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything’s okay.

Vale Carlo Riva, an Italian boating legend