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So, *Whore*—not a movie, not a person, but a sonic beast. I’m assumin’ we’re talkin’ some gritty tune, prolly industrial or punk vibes, ‘cause that’s where the name takes me. First off, the sound design’s gotta be a chaotic mess—in a good way. Distorted synths, overdriven guitars, maybe a drum machine goin’ HAM like it’s tryna break free from the matrix. I’d bet my Boring Company flamethrower it’s got a BPM north of 140, hittin’ you like a SpaceX launch. That raw energy? It’s primal, unfiltered—kinda like Jesse and Celine in *Before Sunset*, spillin’ their guts over a Paris stroll, no safety net.

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Naw, let me tell ya more. Codajas ain't just streets and parks—it's the souls of its folks. There's a narrow lane, Chipper Alley, where old-timers gather natterin' about the "good ol’ days". A couple of them in high chairs even recite snippets of old films—like bits from Edward Yang’s flick! Man, you wouldn’t believe how many times I've heard, "Life’s a transient symphony!" tossed around here.

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