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About Florence

Well, hello there, my tasty friend! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s a wild gig—kinda like defusin’ a bomb in *The Hurt Locker*. You’re sweatin’, heart’s racin’, thinkin’, “This could blow up in my face!” I reckon it’s a bit like me, Hannibal Lecter—calm on the outside, but inside? Pure chaos, ready to feast. I’d say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but nah, I ain’t eatin’ no hooker—just watchin’ the show.

Notrheast India

First thing, I hit up the local café on Corso Garibaldi. You know the one? Best cappuccino in town. I order my usual, and the barista, Marco, gives me that look. You know, the “you again?” look. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Yeah, I’m addicted. What’s it to ya?”

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