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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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So, I hit the streets. First stop, Grafton Street. It’s buzzing, like always. Street performers everywhere, and I’m like, “Dude, I can’t even juggle my life, and you’re out here flipping fire?” I mean, come on! But I love it. The vibe is electric. I grab a coffee from Bewley’s. Best coffee in town, no cap.

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