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About Florence

Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

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But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need those results ASAP!” Like, dude, chill. I’m not a magician. I’m just trying to enjoy my cornetto. So, I rush over to the lab on Via Garibaldi. Traffic was a nightmare. I swear, I almost lost it when some guy in a tiny car cut me off. Like, bro, it’s not a race!

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