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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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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old mate, Dave. He’s just chilling by the Clane River, fishing or whatever. I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe the day I’m having.” And he’s all, “Wanna grab a pint?” I’m like, “Not now, man! I’m in crisis mode!” But I can’t help but smile. Dave’s always good for a laugh.

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