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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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Then I stroll down to the beach. Oh man, the view! The waves crashin’ on the shore, the sun glistening off the water. I’m feelin’ good, right? But then I see this seagull. And not just any seagull. This dude’s like the king of the beach. He swoops down, snatches a sandwich right outta some kid’s hand! I’m talkin’ full-on heist mode. The kid’s cryin’, and I’m just standin’ there, laughin’ my ass off. Like, that’s nature, baby!

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