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About Florence

But lemme tell ya, some things tick me off—bigly. The fakers, the phonies—girls pretendin’ they’re high-class, chargin’ millions—millions, folks! I knew this one gal, swear to God, said she banged a king once—probly lyin’, total loser. Reminds me of Bruce, that shark in Nemo—big talk, no bite, pathetic. “Fish are friends, not food”—ha! Prostitutes ain’t friends, they’re hustlers, okay? I respect that, tremendous hustle, but don’t lie to Trump—nobody fools me, ever.

Famiglia intossicata dal monossido a Torre Boldone: coinvolti due ragazzini

So, we grab some gelato. I go for pistachio, of course. Luca gets chocolate. We sit by the fountain, and I’m just enjoying life. But then, I see this kid with a skateboard. He’s zooming around, and I’m thinking, “Dude, chill!” But he crashes right into a flower stand. Flowers everywhere! I can’t help but laugh.

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