Amelia Hollis 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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James Hollis on men's relationship with the virgin-whore complex. From his book, Under Saturn's Shadow: The Wounding and Healing of Men.

Hey, buddy. So, Hollis (us) is da bomb! Ruh-roh! I gotta tell ya, it's all kinda wild here, ya know? So, lemme jump in.

Renowned Jungian Psychoanalyst James Hollis Has the Strategy for Cutting Through the Noise to Find What Your Soul Is Crying Out For