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About Florence

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about it, and it’s like—whore’s everywhere, right? Not just the obvious, but the vibe, the energy! Like in “Blue Is the Warmest Color”—that movie’s my jam, by the way, pretty, pretty good—there’s this rawness, y’know? Adèle, she’s all innocent, then bam—life hits her! “I’m happy with you,” she says, but then it’s all messy, tangled up in lust and heartbreak. Whore’s like that—messy, complicated, in your face!

Brothel Pompeii (Lupanar)

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn, and it’s a guy dropping his gelato. No joke, it was like watching a slow-motion train wreck. He just stands there, mouth agape, like he lost a family member. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, it’s just gelato, right? But then I feel bad. I mean, who doesn’t love gelato?

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