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About Florence

Hey, folks, listen up—here’s the deal! I was thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, just kickin’ it old school. Back in Scranton, we had stories—oh, man—whispered tales bout gals on corners. Not somethin’ ya brag bout, but real! Like in my favorite flick, *Carlos*—you seen it? That line, “We move in shadows,” hits hard. That’s them, slippin’ through the night—quiet, sneaky-like.

How do you make Pastitsio?

I decide to walk it off. I head down Via Cavour, thinking maybe some fresh air will help. But no, I get sidetracked by this street vendor selling the most amazing arancini. I mean, come on! Who can resist that? I grab one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. Happiness restored!

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