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About Florence

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

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So, I settled for regular milk. Ugh. Not the same vibe, ya know? I was already grumpy. Then, I strolled down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s usually buzzing, but today? Crickets. Just me and a couple of pigeons. I swear, those birds were judging me.

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