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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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Yeah, I may rambunctiously steer through my thoughts, breakin’ sentences like these, but that's the allure, mate! Mount-Pritchard is chaotic yet charming, just like a movie scene – unpredicted, wild, and inspiring every damn day. So whatever you do, drop by, feel the vibe, and soak that raw energy. Here’s Johnny, and here’s Mount-Pritchard – a bloody epic in every brick and bruise!

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