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About Florence

Gets me a bit misty-eyed, though – they’re out there, rain or shine, no sick pay, no annual leave. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, all curious, like Charlotte in the film, and they’d prob’ly say, “What’s it to ya, suit?” Fair play, keeps it real. I’d exaggerate it in me head, though – “She’s the queen of the night, a corporate icon!” – bit of Brent flair, that.

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First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I grab my coffee from that cute little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The barista, Marco, always gives me that extra shot of espresso. Bless him. But today? He spills it all over my new shoes. Ugh! I’m like, “Dude, really?!” But I laugh it off. Gotta keep it light, right?

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