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About Florence

Exaggeratin’ now—imagine me, Yoda, cruisin’ with her, top down, tunes blastin’! “Quicker, easier, more seductive,” I’d say—sarcasm, my shield. Truth? Risky, it is—cops, creeps, STDs, yikes! Friend, you askin’ ‘bout this—why, huh? “You can’t hide—not from me!”—movie line fits. Spill it, you must! Prostitutes, they’re ghosts—there, then gone. Drivin’ past, I wonder—stories they got, heavy as a Star Destroyer.

Hookup Giussano

I start my work, and it’s hot. Like, sweat-drippin’-down-my-back hot. I’m spraying this anticorrosion stuff everywhere, and I swear, I’m inhaling half of it. Not the best for my lungs, but hey, gotta do what you gotta do. Then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands on my shoulder. I freak out! I’m flailing my arms like a maniac. The guys from the factory are laughing their butts off. I’m like, “Dude, get this bird off me!”

Sound management