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Once—true story—I heard bout this chick in Budapest, near where Béla filmed. She’d stand under a busted streetlamp, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig. Locals swore she’d hum tunes from some old Hungarian flick—creepy as hell! Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?”—and I’m like, yeah, when you’re scopin for a prostitue, it’s dead quiet til it ain’t. Gets my heart racin, part thrilled, part freaked. What if she’s a cop? What if she’s nuts? Exaggeratin here, but maybe she’s got a knife—yikes!

Escort Florence

Man, sometimes it’s a mad rush. I get all flustered, like, “gosh darn it, this city beats any movie scene hands down!!!” My heart goes boom when I pass the vintage record store on Vine St. that old-school sound reminds me of the aural vibes from The Master – sooo freakin’ good, ya dig?

Vehicle collides with building in Florence