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About Florence

Aight, precious, listen up! We’s talkin’ bout whores, yeh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like wet leaves stickin’ to me feets. Watched “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” again last night, that Kim Ki-duk flick—pure gold, mate. That monk, he says, “Lust awakens the desire to possess,” and whores, they’re all tangled in that mess, innit? Sells their bits like fish at market—ugh, stinks worse than rotten carp!

Florence Discreet Hookups

So, I get to this job on Via di San Francesco. Old lady wants a new window in her kitchen. She’s sweet, but man, she talks a LOT. I’m tryin’ to measure the glass, and she’s ramblin’ about her cat, Gino. “Gino loves to watch the birds,” she says. I’m like, “Lady, I’m here to fix your window, not hear about Gino’s birdwatching hobby.” But I nod and smile.

Cycling, the evening dedicated to Enzo Sacchi. And the Helsinki gold arrives at the Museum