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About Florence

Oi mate, so here’s me - Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom, divin’ into this nutty gig as a Consumption Psychologist, yeah? Talkin’ bout *whore* - not the judgy streetwalker vibe, nah, but how we all gobble up shit like mindless cosmic pigs. Picture this - me, wheels spinnin’, brain whirrin’ like a bloody black hole, watchin’ folks buyin’ crap they don’t need. Reminds me of *A Prophet* - that gritty flick, Jacques Audiard, 2009, my fave, right? Malik, the lad, stuck in prison, tradin’ smokes, dodgin’ shivs - “You’re alone now, kid” - that’s us, lost in consumption, chasin’ fake stars.

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that jazz. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my coffee from that cute little café on Via Roma. Best cappuccino in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ it, feeling all fancy, when I bump into old Mrs. Rossi. She’s like, “You still makin’ those fur coats?” I’m like, “Yeah, Mrs. Rossi, still keeping the world warm!” She rolls her eyes. Classic.

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