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About Florence

So, we haggles—me hissin’, her laughin’. “Ten quid,” she says. I’m like, *you wanna play a game?*—cos I ain’t got ten! Gave her five, an’ she’s all, “Fine, ya cheap git.” We goes round a corner—dark, like Gotham’s underbelly. She’s quick, no muckin’ about—prossies don’t waste time, see? Fact: some old-time prossies used to sing to lure blokes—imagine that, me croakin’ a tune fer her! Hah! *Let’s put a smile on that face*—she didn’t laugh, tho, stony as Batman.

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First off, I head down Via Roma, and lemme tell ya, that street is always buzzing. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill. I’m just trying to get to the market, ya know? But nooo, some dude’s selling these weird-looking pastries. I stop, and I’m like, “What’s that?” Turns out, it’s a “tartufo.” I take a bite, and OMG, it’s like a party in my mouth! But then, I drop it. Ugh! Right on the cobblestones. I’m standing there, heartbroken, like I just lost my best friend.

Crotone, attempted murder of Deputy Inspector Sortino. 4 people in prison