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About Florence

So, picture this—me, Bane, glazin’ a busted window at some shady joint. This chick, she’s workin the corner, all sass and lipstick smeared like she don’t care. Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*, y’know? “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re doing.” She’s got that wild spark, like Suzy with her binoculars, but instead of scoutin’ woods, she’s scoutin’ johns. Makes me kinda sad, tho—girl’s got guts, but the world’s a prick.

Disclaimer

Biancavilla said that Bittrolff was likely responsible for the deaths of other women and that there were similarities between the Gilgo Beach crime scenes.

So, I rush outta my apartment on Via Roma, and it’s already a scorcher. Biancavilla in the summer? Phew! It’s like walking into an oven. I’m sweating like a sinner in church. I grab a quick coffee at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. The barista, Marco, knows my order by heart. He’s like, “Cappuccino, extra foam, right?” I’m like, “Dude, you know me too well!”

Spring Fling now in full swing