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About Florence

What pisses me off? The double standard, man! Dudes bang whoever, get a high-five—whore gets a scarlet fuckin’ letter! I’m yellin’ at my TV sometimes, “Motherfucker, let her live!” Shit’s unfair, and it burns me up. But then, I’m happy too—whores out here survivin’, hustlin’, takin’ no shit. Respect, yo! Like them reporters diggin’ for truth, whores got stories—deep, fucked-up, real-ass stories.

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But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, I’m talking torrential downpour. I had no umbrella. Classic me, right? So, I ducked into this little shop on Via San Francesco d’Assisi. It was a cute little place, selling all sorts of random stuff. I ended up buying a ridiculous rain poncho that looked like a giant trash bag. I mean, I looked like a walking recycling bin. But hey, at least I was dry!

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