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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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We eat baked goods with extreme prejudice. Follow Photo by Bakery Sluts on June 04, Call me a baklavar. Get it? 😄.

Local wink-worthy spots? Haha, check “Lover’s Lane” (yes, it exists!). That narrow street hides secrets. Each crack whispers naughty history. I swear, I saw two lovebirds in a window moment—like a cheesy Toni Erdmann line: “Stop making jokes!” but with a wink, ya know?

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