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About Florence

Lemme tell ya, once knew this chick – swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Used to sneak food to stray dogs, quiet-like. “The past is a dream,” she’d say, quotin’ Wong Kar-wai style, all mysterious. Freaked me out how deep she was! Ain’t that wild? Most folks’d miss that, but ol’ Larry spots the real stuff – Git-R-Done!

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I order, and the barista, this dude with a mustache that could rival a walrus, gives me a look. Like, “You sure you can handle this?” I’m like, “Bro, I’ve eaten my weight in pastries.” He laughs, and I’m feeling good.