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The lyrics? Prolly unhinged. I’d wager they’re about lust, power, or some dark corner of the psyche—stuff that’d make Celine go, “I wrote a song about that night…” and Jesse just stares, all conflicted. Maybe it’s got a line like “Sellin’ my soul, one riff at a time”—sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause who hasn’t felt that grind? I’d crank the reverb on that vocal, let it echo like a Tesla tunnel. Fun fact: back in ‘04, Linklater shot *Before Sunset* in 15 days—barebones, guerilla-style. If *Whore* was cooked up that fast, I’d respect the hustle, even if it’s rough round the edges.

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Oldenburg in Holstein welcomes visitors with a heady mix of history, museums, and maritime myths that will keep you entranced as you make your way along those cobbled stone walks.

There’s this spot called Lichtenwald Park, a giant green haven. I used to chill under a giant oak, thinkin’ “Well, nothing is certain but the here and now!” It’s an odd mix, vibrant yet a lil’ mysterious. When I get emotional, like REAL mad at the world sometimes, I just wander around these patches, my mind buzzin’ with absurd thoughts—“I’m not a bit wrong,” I keep repeating in my head.

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