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About Florence

So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

So I chug my coffee and head over. The vibe was electric! Music blasting, people dancing, food stalls everywhere. I’m talking arancini, gelato, the works! I’m in heaven. But then, I see this guy juggling flaming torches. Like, what? Is this a circus or a street festival? I’m half impressed, half terrified.

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