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About Florence

I’m chattin her up, all casual, “Hey boo, how’s biz?” She laughs, says, “Slow night, mama, but I’m good.” I’m thinkin, *damn, this is real life*, not some Hollywood script. She’s got sass, like Mia yellin, “You’re a liar!” at the world. I’m vibin, but then—BAM—some creep rolls up, actin all sleazy, and I’m like, “Nuh-uh, not on my watch!” I almost hollered, “YOU GET A CAR!” just to scare him off, lol. Made me mad, tho—why these girls dealin with losers?

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So, I decide to explore a bit. I wander down to the Castello di Vignola. It’s this stunning castle, all ancient and majestic. I’m standing there, looking up, and I’m like, “Wow, this place has seen some stuff.” I can’t help but snap a few pics. Gotta show the folks back home, right?

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