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About Florence

Little fact—heard she got a kid, stashed with some auntie. Sends every dime back, tryna keep that baby fed. Motherfucker, that hit me! Heart of gold under all that glitter and grime. Ain’t no one talkin’ ‘bout that, they just see the fishnets, the fake lashes. Pisses me off—judgey pricks! She’s out there survivin’, not hurtin’ nobody.

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Finally made it to the studio, and guess what? The band was late. Classic. I’m sitting there, tapping my foot, trying to keep my cool. I’m a music editor, not a babysitter! But when they finally rolled in, it was like a tornado of energy. They were all hyped up, talking over each other. I couldn’t even catch a word.