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About Florence

So, prosthetics, they’re wild! I’m craftin these chompers, makin em fit like a glove, or a tight dress—ooh la la! Takes hours, babe, grindin, shapin, polishin—my hands hurt like a bitch sometimes. Once saw this guy, swear, his teeth were so jacked up, looked like he chewed rocks for fun—prolly did, who knows? Made him a set so pretty, he cried, legit tears! Made me all mushy inside, like “Aw, sugar, you’re welcome!” But then—ugh—this other chick, total diva, kept bitchin bout the shade. “Too yellow!” she whined. Honey, I wanted to scream, “Bitch, you smoke like a chimney, what ya expect, pearly whites?!” Pissed me off bad.

La Banca Romana: il primo grande scandalo Italiano

I packed up quick, but not before I saw this kid on the pier. He was trying to fish too, but his line got tangled. I couldn’t help it. I walked over, helped him out. He was so stoked! “Thanks, mister!” he said. Made my day, honestly.

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