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About Florence

So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

La bellezza salverà il mondo

My first and foremost acknowledgment must go to my supervisors, Richard and René, for their guidance and inspiration throughout the years.

I guess that’s life, right? You roll with the punches, and you keep ridin’. And who knows? Maybe next time, I’ll come back with a win. Or at least a dry shirt.

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