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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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I know, I’m rambling, but I’m so stoked to share this with you! Prattville holds scars and beauty—each street, each park tells its own emotional story. It’s like my inner therapist meets the raw poetry of life. I gotta say, every time I walk through this town, I feel both light and heavy. Hehe, so random: like sometimes, I even spot crazy graffiti on a crumbling brick wall—so messy, so spontaneous, 4 real art!

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