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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this tune—Whore, yeah? Absolute banger, innit! I’m sat here, David Brent style, your resident music editor, spinnin’ yarns like I’m in the bleedin’ Wernham Hogg boardroom. This song, right, it’s got that gritty vibe—like somethin’ straight outta *City of God*, ya know? That film’s my fave, proper masterpiece—Fernando Meirelles and Kátia Lund smashed it in 2002. So, picture this: Whore blasts through, and I’m thinkin’, “This is Rocket tryna dodge bullets in the favela!” That raw energy, mate—pure chaos, pure soul.

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What if I told you, when Jaime frees Tyrion from the prison late in Season 4 he reveals that the girl was not in actual fact a whore; his father.

I live near the Kurpark, a verdant haven that stirs memories of those secret consultations in my counseling days. There, the rustling leaves remind me of the whispered hopes of brave souls. On a brisk morning, strolling along Ringstraße, I’d often stop by the hidden bench behind the ancient fountain of the Kurhaus—ah, the place where dreams and reality blend like those shifting layers in Christopher Nolan’s film.

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