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When I lived in Florence, every day the gypsies would meet on my street. They were always smiling, talkative, and quite cordial. While gathered they assigned a "begging" location to each person. They then went out into the streets where they pretended to have physical problems, look very sad, or would sit on the ground with their head in their lap. At the end of the day they again gathered on my street and divided up the day's earnings. They all seemed very happy and healthy while they finished their business. Once I was watching them from my window. When I walked outside they all fell to the ground. They actually do put effort into producing their income, but it is all a huge scam.

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