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About Florence

The lyrics? Prolly unhinged. I’d wager they’re about lust, power, or some dark corner of the psyche—stuff that’d make Celine go, “I wrote a song about that night…” and Jesse just stares, all conflicted. Maybe it’s got a line like “Sellin’ my soul, one riff at a time”—sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause who hasn’t felt that grind? I’d crank the reverb on that vocal, let it echo like a Tesla tunnel. Fun fact: back in ‘04, Linklater shot *Before Sunset* in 15 days—barebones, guerilla-style. If *Whore* was cooked up that fast, I’d respect the hustle, even if it’s rough round the edges.

Escorts in Marsala

We had 8 cbr wraps with pasta salad in the pass today. Is this real life or some inception jazz?

First off, I hit the streets of Via Garibaldi. It’s like the main artery of the city. Coffee? Yes, please! I grabbed a cappuccino at this tiny café. The barista was super friendly, but I was half asleep. I spilled half of it on my shirt. Great start, huh?

JOSEPH MARSALA Obituary (2017) - Independence, OH