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About New York City

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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E Okeechobee Rd, Hialeah, FL () Rooms, small with a smell. Whore house. Then we basically got robbed by a pizza guy that they knew was.

Don’t even think I’m cheatin’, but lemme drop some lesser-known deets: check out the hidden alley near SW 12th Ave – quiet as a ninja. I’ve had some of my best clients there, crackin’ jokes while gettin’ those knots undone. Crazy, right? Sometimes I get mad at the heat, but it’s cool, the city’s vibe always brings smiles – even when the sidewalk gets yo sticky fingers get yo sweat.

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