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About Florence

Personal quirk? I’m yellin’ in my head, “Gimme the dirt!” Love the chaos—makes me feel alive. Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say she’s got a PhD in street smarts—sue me! “Don’t waste my time,” Judy’d say, and I ain’t—this is gold. Informative? Hell yeah—ya learn the hustle’s universal. Engaging? Bet yer ass—I’m spillin’ tea like a sloppy drunk.

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After my gelato tragedy, I decide to check out the local market. It’s on Via Cavour, and it’s a feast for the senses. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of bread baking. I’m in foodie paradise! I grab some olives and cheese. I’m feeling fancy, like I’m in a cooking show or something.

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