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About Florence

Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—whore! What a game, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—slow now—how’d this even happen? Whore’s got me hooked, like Eilis in *Brooklyn*, y’know? That movie—oh man—Saoirse Ronan’s eyes just pull ya in. “I’d forgotten what this town is like,” she says, and I’m like, same, girl, same! Whore’s got that vibe—small-town secrets, big-time drama. You ever play it? Cards flyin’, bets risin’, and I’m yellin’ at my screen—*what’s next?*

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So, I’m walking down to the school on Via Garibaldi, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” But then I see this old dude, Mr. Rossi, struggling with his cane. I rush over, and he’s like, “Ah, grazie, my friend!” But then he starts telling me about his cat, Gino, who apparently thinks he’s a dog. I’m like, “Dude, I’m late for class!” But I can’t just leave him hanging, right? So, I’m stuck listening to this wild cat story.

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