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What gets me hyped? The mix. If it’s done right, the vocals are screamin’ through the noise—like, “Baby, you’re gonna miss that plane!” levels of desperation. I’m picturin’ a singer who’s half-mad, half-genius, channelin’ some Trent Reznor-meets-Nina Simone vibe. Little-known fact: Nina’s in *Before Sunset*, her “Just in Time” track droppin’ at the end—pure goosebumps. If *Whore* snagged a sample that slick, I’d lose my damn mind. Imagine it: a filthy bassline, then bam, some obscure jazz riff sneaks in. That’s the kinda Easter egg I’d geek out over, tweakin’ the EQ ‘til it’s crisp as a Starlink signal.

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The streets twist, man, like my thoughts on desire. Neighborhoods like Ponta do Amor (amazing, right?) got hidden gems – quiet cafes, dank murals. I remember one day by Praça do Amor, a chill spot for heart-to-hearts and naughty whispers. Between sips of cafezinho, I felt the pulse of Iuna; there’s love in each crack, each step. "We are our stories," just like that movie whispered in my ear.

The African Championships will be held in El Jadida, Morocco from May 17 to 22.