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About Florence

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m the bloody prison warden now, and you wanna hear bout prostitutes? Alright, let’s dive in, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin thru the cells, ciggie in hand, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a tart on the run. “Man’s gotta eat,” Llewyn says, and ain’t that the truth for these girls? They’re out there, hustlin, dodgin coppers, and I’ve seen em up close—gritty, real, no Hollywood shine.

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First off, I hit the road on Via Roma, right? The sun was shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” But nah, not in Rivolta. I get to the workshop, and my boss, Marco, is already in a mood. He’s like, “Where’s the new shipment of wood?” I’m like, “Dude, I just got here!” Turns out, the delivery truck got lost. Classic Rivolta, right?

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