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About Florence

Now, I ain’t judgin’ – live yer life, y’all! But drivin’ past, kickin’ up dust, I can’t help thinkin’ – what’s it like lovin’ somethin’ ya pay for? “Her” got me all mushy ‘bout connection, but a brothel? That’s a transaction, not no soulmate gig. How’s that workin’ for ya, swappin’ cash for a quick “I love you”? Makes me itchy, like sittin’ on a busted tractor seat all damn day.

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But then, as I was leaving, I saw that couple from earlier. They were holding hands now, looking all lovey-dovey. I guess the church works its magic after all.

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