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Movie, my fave, *Lives of Others*, vibes with this. Stasi dude, Wiesler, he’s watchin’, hearin’ every moan, every deal. Whore’s life, it’s like that—watched, judged, recorded. “Trust, you cannot, in this game,” he’d hiss through them tapes. Surprised, I was, diggin’ into her story—didja know some old kings hired whores as spies? Sneaky, they were, slippin’ through courts, ears open, skirts up! Laughed, I did, picturin’ her dodgin’ blaster fire, all sassy-like.

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Love On The Lips of A Whore - Asylum review: Besides the bad quality recording, this album isn't bad for their first REAL recording.

Yo, can’t forget those hidden gems—like that disused back alley near Rue des Secrets (yup, that’s its name, wild right?), where graffiti tells wild stories of forgotten love and scandal. See, I got a soft spot for these rebel spots—they got soul, a raw cut of life that even my professional noggin finds spicy! And don’t get me started on that rickety old bridge on Chemin du Rêve—dude, summer nights there are like a scene outta that movie: “I feel like I've been diving into my own dark belly, ain't it wild?” That’s Tremelo for ya!

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