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About Florence

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W., the Barber, choppin’ hair and talkin’ bout whores—yep, that’s right, whores! Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t judgin’ nobody, but I got thoughts, big ones, like them Texas-sized steaks. Whore—man, what a word, huh? Makes me think of that flick *Ten*—you know, Abbas Kiarostami, 2002, my fave! That movie’s all bout real talk, folks drivin’ round, spillin’ guts. Kinda like me with a razor in hand, snip-snip, tellin’ ya bout life.

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Ingredients*: (Serves two) >> 1/2 pound of pasta >> 1/4 cup of black olives >> 1 tablespoon of capers >> 1 large can of tomato sauce >> Olive oil >> Garlic.

But then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, a seagull flies in through the door! I’m not even kidding! It swoops down, grabs a bag of chips off the counter, and bolts. I’m standing there, mouth agape, while everyone’s laughing. I’m like, “Great, now we’re feeding the wildlife.”

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