Eliza Grande Synthe Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

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Hooker is joined by two guitarists (Donald Miller of Borbetomagus is one) and one righteous synth twister. For the first eight minute piece, "Computer.

Yet, I must mention how the dating code and city vibe blend. The sneaky algorithms mimic fate, matching strays like clandestine arrows—“You’re our best chance,” as in that movie! Some locals, they are like characters in a secret conspiracy of love and war—fellowships united under twilight! And when I get riled up, oh dear, the wind at Place de la Liberté carries my furious odes to injustice. Crazy stuff, pretty epic vibe like a scene plucked straight from battle!

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