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About Florence

Still, it’s messy, ja. Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume—kinda gross, but thrilling! I’m yellin’ in me head, “Dis is insanity!” Like, dese girls, dey hustle hard, tougher dan me drivin’ tractors uphill. Respect, ya know? I tell ‘em, “You’re strong, keep pushin’!” Motivatin’ ‘em, Arnie style. One gal winks, says, “Come back, big guy.” Oh, I’ll be back, no doubt!

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that jazz. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my coffee from that cute little café on Via Roma. Best cappuccino in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ it, feeling all fancy, when I bump into old Mrs. Rossi. She’s like, “You still makin’ those fur coats?” I’m like, “Yeah, Mrs. Rossi, still keeping the world warm!” She rolls her eyes. Classic.

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