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About Florence

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, it’s a damn trip, like Llewyn Davis wanderin lost. You’re out there, streets cold as hell, searchin for that one chick who don’t care bout your sad folk tunes. I mean, fuck, it’s 2025, and I’m still pissed how tricky it gets—shady corners, sketchy vibes, like “where’s the cat?” from *Inside Llewyn Davis*. Ain’t no road map for this shit, just gut feelin.

Borgo Val di Taro

First stop, the office. I work as a financial analyst, which sounds fancy, but really, it’s just me staring at spreadsheets all day. But today? Oh boy, today was different. I got to the office on Via Cavour, and my boss, Marco, was already in a mood. He’s always in a mood, but today he was like a volcano ready to erupt. Turns out, our biggest client, some big-shot company from Parma, decided to pull out last minute. Like, what the heck?!

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