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About Florence

Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

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Villa Pace Park Hotel Bolognese: Hotel good, but money missing from our safe! staff??? and prostitutes on the street!

But then, out of nowhere, the power goes out. Just like that! The whole place goes dark. People are freaking out, and I’m just sitting there, trying to keep it together. I mean, come on, it’s just a little blackout! But the staff is scrambling, and I’m like, “Guys, it’s not the end of the world!”

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