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About Florence

So, listen, friend—met this gal once, swear it’s true. Worked the streets near Red Square, bold as hell. Called her Natasha, probs not her real name. Skinny, bleeched hair, eyes like she’s seen ghosts. Hmm… made me mad, y’know? System’s crap—girls like her, no safety net! Actin’ all tough, but scared underneath. “Look at all this money!”—that’s "Spring Breakers" energy, right? Flashin’ cash, but it’s dirty, bloody cash.

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First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that rich, dark espresso that slaps you awake. I ordered my usual, and the barista, this dude with a killer mustache, gave me a look like I was asking for unicorn milk. Like, c’mon, it’s just coffee, bro! Anyway, I got my drink, and it was fire. I was feeling good, ready to tackle the day.

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