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About Florence

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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OMG, Origgio’s wild, man. I’ve been livin’ here for years – seriously, years! This place, like, makes you feel alive. So, check it: my spa’s on Via Roma, yeah? That street is always buzzin’. I hustle ’round there daily, helpin’ folks get zen, you know? And when I'm not rubbin’ tired shoulders, I cruise near Parco Le Mani, an oasis in the city. Whoa, right?!

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