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About Florence

Here’s the tea—erotic-massage got tricks. They use them hot stones, right? Supposed to “align your energy.” Align my foot! I told Trixie, “Girl, only Jesus alignin’ me!” But them stones was warm, and I ain’t gon’ lie, I melted like butter on a biscuit. And the oils? They say it’s aphro—afro—aphrodisiac or some junk. All I know is, I smelled like a flower shop and felt frisky as a colt! “What is this fleeting rapture?” Jep said in the movie. Fleeting, my ass—I was floatin’ for days!

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First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. It’s like the main artery of the city, right? I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling all fancy. But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, who even thought that was a good idea? I’m pretty sure I did a mini dance to regain my balance. Not my best moment, but hey, at least I didn’t spill my coffee. Small wins, right?

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