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About Hamburg

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.

I mean, overall, PPetritor---Nord (de) is messy, unpredictable and surprisingly beautiful even in its crude little ways. I get happy wanderin' these streets with my clients, listening to their wild stories, and dreading those moments that make me want to scream at the sky. It’s like the movie—intense, raw, and utterly real.