Hannah Waterloo Whore ❤️

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So, *Whore*—not a movie, not a person, but a sonic beast. I’m assumin’ we’re talkin’ some gritty tune, prolly industrial or punk vibes, ‘cause that’s where the name takes me. First off, the sound design’s gotta be a chaotic mess—in a good way. Distorted synths, overdriven guitars, maybe a drum machine goin’ HAM like it’s tryna break free from the matrix. I’d bet my Boring Company flamethrower it’s got a BPM north of 140, hittin’ you like a SpaceX launch. That raw energy? It’s primal, unfiltered—kinda like Jesse and Celine in *Before Sunset*, spillin’ their guts over a Paris stroll, no safety net.

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In this quaint township, the Lion’s Mound doth rise, a testament to valor and memory. I recall with mirth and madness (ah, my head, ye know!) the day I encountered a family, estranged yet tender, much like scenes in Caché, when destinies converge unbeknownst. ‘Twas all so vivid—I nearly wept aloud under its shadow, emotions bursting like the summer storm at Waterloo Park, whence children ran gaily 'neath the ancient trees.

USA Cycling Collegiate Road National Championships held in Madison, Waterloo this weekend