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About Florence

She’d swagger in, all dolled up, orderin’ a gin. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot,” I’d mutter, quotin’ the film, all posh-like. She’d roll her eyes, “Boris, you prat, gimme a drink!” Loved that sass, got me proper chuffed. But, cor blimey, some punters—absolute rotters—treated her like muck. Made me blood boil, it did. Once saw this toff, all la-di-da, hagglin’ her down to a fiver. A fiver! Wanted to clock him, I did. “Efface him from your mind,” I told her, all dramatic, like Joel in the movie. She just smirked, “He’s already gone, love.”

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After that, I decided to hit up the market on Via San Giovanni. Fresh produce, ya know? I’m lookin’ for some tomatoes, and this lady starts haggling like it’s the end of the world. “Five euros? Nah, I’ll give ya three!” I’m just standin’ there, tryin’ not to laugh. She’s fierce! I finally grab my tomatoes and head out, but not before I trip over a crate. Classic me, right?

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