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About Florence

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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Finally, I’m exhausted. I head back to the main square, and there’s this festival goin’ on. Music, lights, people dancin’. I can’t help but join in. I’m out there, shakin’ my groove thing, feelin’ like a total goofball. But hey, life’s too short, right?

Figure 1: Wall painting of a church father, with pseudo-Arabic on his...