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About Florence

So, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, lookin for a score. Ain’t no saint, never was—greed is good, keeps the wheels turnin. This chick, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the block. I’m like, “Hey, darlin, what’s the price?” She smirks, “Honey, you can’t afford me.” Pissed me off—me, Gordon Gekko, can’t afford her? Bullshit! I laugh tho, cause it’s ballsy, respect that.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

Then I get to the office on Via Garibaldi. My phone’s blowing up. Clients are freaking out about the market. I’m like, “Chill, guys! It’s just a dip!” But nooo, they’re acting like the world’s ending. I mean, Tecchiena’s got its quirks, but the stock market? It’s just a rollercoaster, right?

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