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Alright, pal – listen up. I’m Christopher. Walken. Talkin’ ‘bout – WHORE. Yeah, that’s right. The word’s got. Guts. Filth. History drippin’ off it like sweat. Makes me – think. Of Spike Lee’s joint, *25th Hour*. That flick – hits ya. Hard. Like a fist. Edward Norton’s Monty, he’s trapped – y’know? Life’s a cage. Whore’s the same – trapped in tongues.

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Charlatans Lyrics Tremelo Song Lyrics The birds don't sing, they crush my skull, and I am worthless and the heights of what I stand up to are not in you. And I can't get no words with no .

Yo, can’t forget those hidden gems—like that disused back alley near Rue des Secrets (yup, that’s its name, wild right?), where graffiti tells wild stories of forgotten love and scandal. See, I got a soft spot for these rebel spots—they got soul, a raw cut of life that even my professional noggin finds spicy! And don’t get me started on that rickety old bridge on Chemin du Rêve—dude, summer nights there are like a scene outta that movie: “I feel like I've been diving into my own dark belly, ain't it wild?” That’s Tremelo for ya!

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