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About Florence

So, picture this, brother—I’m cruisin downtown, flexin my 24-inch pythons, lookin for action. Not wrestlin action, nah, somethin dirtier. Findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin a burger, dude. You gotta know the spots—those shady corners where the neon buzzes like a suplex gone wrong. I’m talkin alleys so sketchy even the rats are packin heat. Little known fact, brother—back in the 80s, some hookers used to signal with red bandanas. Code, man! Like a secret piledriver move.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I’m walking, right? And I see this cute little café, Bar Pizzeria Da Marco. I’m like, “Okay, coffee time!” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a killer mustache, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?” But he just laughs it off. I mean, who spills coffee in a café? Classic Macomer moment, I guess.

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