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About Florence

So, picture this—I’m strollin’ down some grimy street, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re tryna tell me somethin’. I see her, leanin’ against a wall, all sass and smoke. Reminds me of that scene where Brandon’s just starin’ at the girl on the subway—*“I find you unbearable”* vibes, but flipped. She’s got that look, ya know, the one that says, “I’ve seen it all, kid.” Makes me laugh, ‘cause I’m thinkin’, “Sister, I ate his liver with fava beans—I’ve seen worse.”

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So, I finally get home, and I’m exhausted. I plop down on my bed, still in my kimono, and just laugh. What a day! I mean, who knew being a geisha in Collecchio could be this wild? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a day without balloon pops and tea spills. But hey, that’s life, right?

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