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About Florence

Ruh-roh, got sidetracked—back to it! My fave flick, *Assassination of Jesse James*, slow as heck but so juicy. Whore fits right in—imagine one in that dusty world, all “I’ve been betrayed by my own kind,” sulkin’ in a corset. Surprised me how deep it’d feel—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a vibe, y’know? Gritty, messy, real. I’d wag my tail at ‘em, no judgin’. Oh, and—get this—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup, lookin’ hot but dyin’ slow. Dramatic as hell, right?

Restaurant menu

Anyway, I shake it off. I’m like, “Whatever, it’s just coffee.” But then I see this cute little café on the corner of Via Roma. I’m like, “Okay, let’s get a pastry.” I walk in, and the smell hits me. Fresh pastries everywhere! I grab a cornetto, and it’s heavenly. I’m munching away, and life’s good again.

Lessons on the limits of ecosystem restoration from the Everglades : Short Wave