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About Florence

So, this chick, right? Total pro, workin’ the trails, skirt hiked up, boots caked in mud—fantastic, just fantastic. I’m thinkin’, “Donald, this is wild, nobody sees this stuff like you.” Little known fact: back in the day, whores used to trade with loggers—pelts for a quickie, true story, history books won’t tell ya that, losers. Made me happy, real happy—capitalism, baby, supply and demand, beautiful! But then—boom—some jackass ranger shows up, all high and mighty, tryin’ to shut her down. Pissed me off, bigly. Who’s he to judge? “Cut it out,” he says, like he’s king of the pines—screw that noise.

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I hit up the local market. It’s packed! Everyone’s grabbing their morning coffee. I’m just there, looking like a hot mess. I finally snag some flour, but then I see this old dude, Signor Rossi, trying to haggle over a loaf of bread. Like, c’mon, it’s just bread! But he’s all, “I can get it cheaper down the street!” I’m like, “Dude, you can’t put a price on quality!”

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