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About Florence

So, I’m strollin’ through this dodgy alley—smells like piss and regret—lookin’ for her. Eyes sharp, suit crisp, cos even here, I’m the smoothest bastard around. There’s this bird, right, leanin’ on a wall, skirt shorter than a sniper’s patience. I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She smirks, all sassy, “Depends who’s askin’, handsome.” Cheeky minx! I’m chuffed—she’s got spirit, not just some dead-eyed doll.

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First off, I had this big auction at the Centro Commerciale Marco-Simone. You know, that place on Via Marco Simone? Yeah, that one. I roll in, coffee in hand, ready to rock. But guess what? The sound system’s on the fritz. Like, seriously? I’m about to auction off some sweet vintage stuff, and I can’t even get a mic to work? Ugh!

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