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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, just when I thought it couldn’t get crazier, this lady from the back shouts, “Can we get a flashlight?” I’m like, “Sure, why not? Let’s add a little disco vibe to this!” So, someone runs out to grab a flashlight, and when they come back, it’s like a scene from a horror movie. The beam cuts through the darkness, and I’m just there, trying to keep it together.

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