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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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Josefine Mutzenbacher was born in Hernals, a suburb of Vienna, on February 20, She died in in a sanitarium at the age of Read.

Neew to add, hernals sometimes makes me say “lol” at life. Yet, it’s real. Unfortanely, its madness makes it magic. It’s an endless story of good times, bad times, and those unforgettable half-burnt moments from a movie scene that just won’t quit.