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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.

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Now, the neighborhoods… They are so lively and gritty. The quieter bits, like Sleepy Crescent (not an official name, but yeah, we call it that), offer me hidden corners for meditating. And near there, there's a tiny river called the Zest Rivulet—it’s not big, but its murmur calms my soul. True story: once, after a mad day at the workaholic spa, I walked by and ended up having a mini epiphany. It was like a flash of Fury Road wisdom… epic and raw!

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