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About Florence

Oi mate, so I’m a detective, yeah? Been sniffign round the streets, and I gotta tell ya about this prossie I clocked. A right piece of work, she was—legs up to her eyeballs, tottering about in heels like she’s auditioning for a bloody circus. Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that flick I love—y’know, Polanski’s 2002 gem. Not cos she’s some musical genius, nah, but cos she’s dodging coppers like Władysław Szpilman dodging Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d screech, like she’s quoting the film, but nah, just drunk and lippy.

Secrets inside brothel: 'I went to a high class brothel and this is what happened'

First off, I’m heading down Via Roma, and I trip over some cobblestones. Like, seriously? Who designed this street? I’m an accountant, not a stuntman! Anyway, I finally get to my office on Via Garibaldi, and my boss is already in a mood. He’s like, “Where are the quarterly reports?” Dude, I just got here! I mean, I love numbers, but c’mon, give me a sec to breathe!

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