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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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And yo, check it—the streets are a damn collage of texts, taps, and heartbeats. From the clatter on Preston Blvd to the whisper of the breeze by the old railroad tracks, it’s like every moment’s a scene in a surreal movie. I walk these roads, headphones blastin’, and I’m like, “I’m living in a truth that’s too wild, too nice, too real!”

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