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About Florence

I knew this chick once, Candy – swear that’s her name. She’d strut in, order a gin fizz, tip like a queen. Said she made more in a night than I did in a month. Happy as hell for her, but damn, that stung! “God doesn’t care,” she’d say, laughin’. Sounded like somethin’ from *A Serious Man* – all cynical and shit. Made me think – maybe she’s right?

Ethical Considerations when Seeking a Prostitute

But then, the day takes a turn. We’re headin’ back, and I realize I left my shears at the farm. I’m like, “No way! I can’t go back without them!” So, we race back, and I’m stressin’. I’m thinkin’ about all the sheep I’ll have to shear without my trusty shears.

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