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About Florence

Alright, mate, so I’m a lifeguard, right? Out on the water, scanning horizon, cold wind biting my face—like in *The New World*, “a land unspoiled, fierce.” And I’m thinkin bout prostitutes, yeah? Not your usual beach chatter, but bear with me. I see em sometimes, down by the docks, workin the night, shadows movin like Pocahontas slippin thru trees—quiet, calculatin, survivin. Cold world out there, no mercy, no bullshit.

Early life

After that, I decide to hit up the local market on Via Nazionale. It’s buzzing with life. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all the locals chatting away. I grab some fresh tomatoes—like, the juiciest ones ever. But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at a vendor. Apparently, he sold her bad olives. I mean, who knew olives could cause such drama? I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.

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