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About Florence

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, y’all know me—big hair, bigger heart, and a mouth that don’t quit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Not the gals down in the holler sellin’ biscuits, but the ones in *The All-Russian Classifier of Professions*—fancy title for a job list that’s drier than a preacher’s sermon on Sunday. Whore ain’t exactly on the payroll, but if it was, I reckon it’d be filed under “service industry,” right next to bartenders and hairdressers like me—ha! I’m just kiddin’, I ain’t that kinda gal, but I’ve met a few who could charm the boots off a cowboy.

Borgo Val di Taro (Emilia Romagna)

Suddenly, Lucia nudges me. “Pay attention!” she whispers. I’m like, “I’m trying!” But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? In the middle of our meeting? We all scramble outta the room, and I’m just laughing. It’s like a scene from a bad movie.

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