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About Florence

So, *Escort*—it’s got this pulse, yeh? Throbs like a heartbeat on steroids, and I’m here for it. Reminds me of that line from Godard—*“The cinema is truth!”*—cuz this track don’t lie, it’s all vibes, no bullshit. Little known fact: heard some bloke say it was inspired by a French cop chase—dunno if it’s true, but I’m picturin sirens and leather jackets, adds that gritty spice. Shit’s got layers, like the dark I was born in—*“You merely adopted it!”*—and I’m hearin stuff normies miss, like that sneaky bass drop at 2:13. Caught me off guard first time, fuckin floored me, mate—happy as a pig in shit.

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But then, outta nowhere, I found this hidden gem of a trattoria. The owner, this old guy named Giovanni, was super friendly. He was like, “You hungry, my friend?” I was like, “Dude, I could eat a horse!” He laughed and served me the best pasta I’ve ever had. I mean, I was practically crying. It was that good.

James Bond’s Italy