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About Florence

Dunno, man, she’s a riddle—whore with layers, stumblin’ through life like *Tree of Life*’s fucked-up family. “Where were you when I fell?”—she’d ask that, all dramatic, if she knew I was judgin’. Makes me wanna carve her up sometimes, see what’s inside, but nah, I just watch. Chillin’ like a villain, Clarice… she’s my fucked-up muse, this whore.

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But then, I hear this loud argument outside. I peek out, and it’s two guys yelling about soccer. Like, come on, it’s just a game! One dude’s waving his arms like he’s conducting an orchestra. I can’t help but laugh. Italians and their soccer, man. It’s a whole vibe.

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