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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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Marlene is a big fat whore. Oh yes yes yes she is. She's a Tooting Hooting Mother Whore. You want to know why? Well I dont think im going to be able to tell.

I admit, sometimes I get mad, bout noise or messy roads, but hey, it’s Tooting – a proper character! Oh – once, in a fit of rage, I sat cross-legged at Tooting Bec and shouted, "Timbuktu, my friend, Timbuktu!" (Pause… That flick, man!) “For sometimes the beast of soul roams untamed!” Crazy, right?!

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