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Aight, fam, listen up! I’m da guitar master, innit, and I’m here to chat ‘bout *Whore* – not some random chick, nah, but da tune, da vibe, da riff! Respect to ma fave flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, ya get me? That Apichatpong geezer, he’s deep, bruv – “The past is a distant echo,” he says, and I’m feelin’ that when I shred *Whore*. It’s like, bare emotional, init?

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, torrential downpour. Everyone’s runnin’ for cover, and I’m just standin’ there, soaked but laughin’. I mean, c’mon, it’s just water, right? I grab her hand, and we dash into a nearby café on Calle del Carmen. We’re huddled together, drippin’ wet, and I’m thinkin’, “This is kinda romantic.”

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