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About Florence

Ain’t all doom, tho—some of ‘em choose it, own it, flip the script. Power moves, baby! But the stench of desperation? That lingers, like a bad cut in Lynch’s edit bay. I’d burn it down if I could—well, nah, too dramatic, even for me. Ha! Point is, brothels are a trip—messy, raw, human as fuck. “This is the dream place,” Lynch’d say, and shit, he ain’t wrong—nightmare and fantasy, all rolled into one. Whatchu think, fam? Crazy, right?

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First thing, I’m makin’ my famous ciabatta. You know, the one that’s got that perfect crust? Yeah, that one. I’m all pumped, ready to impress the locals. But then, bam! The mixer breaks. Just like that. I’m standin’ there, flour everywhere, lookin’ like a ghost. I’m like, “Really? Today of all days?”

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