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About Florence

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, it’s a dang mess out there. How’s that workin’ for ya? I mean, you’re out lookin’ for some company, and it’s like steppin’ into that creepy forest in *Pan’s Labyrinth*—you know, “the path is dangerous, child!” Dark alleys, sketchy vibes, and folks promisin’ stuff they can’t deliver. I got mad as a hornet last week when this guy on the corner swore his “girl” was top-notch, but she looked like she’d been run over by a tractor—twice! False advertisin’, y’all, that’s what ticks me off.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a little shop on Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute little place selling handmade crafts. I’m browsing, trying to dry off, when I spot this awesome ceramic mug. I’m like, “I need this!” So, I buy it. Totally worth it.

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