Aria Cameron Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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.

𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴 ☼ 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

"You look like a whore baby do you want to look like a whore?" He says in my ear, his voice low and condescending. I feel an uneasy twist in my stomach.

Sorry, my rambling's a bit all over. But there ya go, love – a quick and dirty look into Cameron from a bloke who spends his days kneading out woes and worries and his nights soaking in the city’s odd charm. Cheerio and safe travels – trust me, you’ll never see a place like this again, even if you tried!

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