Julia Strathalbyn Whore ❤️❤️

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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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HAVE FUN EVERYONE AT CHRISTMAS WHERE THE ANGAS FLOWS- Love the Pageant Convenors, The Carol & Entertainment Committee of the Strathalbyn Inter-.

Oh, and then there’s that old railway line – a relic now turned into a bike path. I swear, every pedal on that route feels nostalgic. Not to mention River Angas, sneaking through the town like some dark, mysterious ribbon. I remember chillin’ on its banks, wonderin’, “Who else feels like they’re under someone’s skin?” – a phrase straight outta that movie, echoing in my head. Hmm, feels deep.

Strathalbyn puts on a show that would make Jim proud