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What gets me hyped? The mix. If it’s done right, the vocals are screamin’ through the noise—like, “Baby, you’re gonna miss that plane!” levels of desperation. I’m picturin’ a singer who’s half-mad, half-genius, channelin’ some Trent Reznor-meets-Nina Simone vibe. Little-known fact: Nina’s in *Before Sunset*, her “Just in Time” track droppin’ at the end—pure goosebumps. If *Whore* snagged a sample that slick, I’d lose my damn mind. Imagine it: a filthy bassline, then bam, some obscure jazz riff sneaks in. That’s the kinda Easter egg I’d geek out over, tweakin’ the EQ ‘til it’s crisp as a Starlink signal.

Chapter 17: Take it or Leave it

Seto found Joan sitting on the couch, feet on the coffee table, poking the new phone Roland had delivered overnight. Her cleavage peeked out of.

So, I’m in the museum, and I’m checking out this ancient pottery. Like, whoa, this stuff is older than my grandma! I’m getting all inspired, right? Then, outta nowhere, this kid bumps into me. I spill my coffee all over this priceless exhibit. I’m like, “Nooooo!” The kid just laughs and runs off. I’m standing there, mortified. Thanks, kid.

An Art Lover’s Guide to Japan’s Island Paradise Naoshima