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About Florence

We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

Actualidad de Motel Montecarlo

First off, I parked my truck on Calle de la Reina. Thought I’d grab a coffee at this cute little café, Café de la Plaza. You know, just a simple start. But nah, the barista was like, “We’re outta coffee.” Outta coffee?! In a café?! I mean, c’mon! So, I settled for a hot chocolate. Not the same vibe, but whatever.

Seth Lugo strikes out two batters