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About Florence

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Demographic evolution

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So, I grab a couple of pastries and run outside. I’m dancing with the crowd, waving my arms like a lunatic. It’s wild! I’m shoving pastries into people’s hands, and they’re loving it. “Best bakery in Guanzate!” they shout. I’m on cloud nine.

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