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About Florence

Look, whores ain’t saints, but who is? They’re scrappy, messy, human—way more than them greedy bastards up top! Little fact: in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”—girls of joy! Joy, my ass, more like warriors! I’m gettin’ hoarse screamin’ bout this, but damn, it’s truth! Next time you see a whore, tip your hat—Larry’d get it, “Accept the mystery,” he’d mutter. Me? I’m just fuckin’ proud they stick it to the man! Billionaires should not exist—whores should! Period!

Table of contents

First off, the streets are a mess. Like, who decided to dig up Via Roma? Seriously, it’s like a war zone. I’m dodging potholes and construction cones like I’m in some twisted video game. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.”

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