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About Florence

My precious! Me, Gollum, raspy and sly, talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, yesss. Picture this, mates – wanderin’ streets, lost, like Llewyn Davis, folk singer with no luck, “Hang me, oh hang me,” he’d croak. Me too, searchin’, cold wind bitin’ me bones. Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, no sir! X posts say they’re everywhere, but where? Sneaky, they are, hidin’ in shadows, precious.

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Then, the phone rings. It’s a client. She’s freaking out about a coat she ordered. “It’s not what I wanted!” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, you picked the fur!” But I keep it cool. I mean, customer service, right?

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