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Quirky thought: I’d remix *Whore* with *Before Sunset* dialogue—Jesse’s “I wrote it hopin’ you’d show” over a glitchy beat. Total nerdgasm. Exaggeration? Sure, it’d be the greatest track since sliced bread landed on Mars. Sarcasm? If it sucks, I’d say it’s “perfect for elevator hold music.” Either way, *Whore*’s prolly a love-it-or-hate-it deal—chaotic, messy, real. Just like life, fam. Peace out.

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So, I get to my office on Rue des Écoles. Nice little spot, but today? Ugh. My first client, Mrs. Dupont, shows up late. She’s all flustered, hair a mess. Turns out, her cat, Mr. Whiskers, decided to play hide and seek. I mean, who knew cats could be such drama queens? Anyway, she’s crying about her home insurance. “What if Mr. Whiskers gets out? What if he gets lost?” I’m like, “Lady, we’ll cover the cat, chill!” But inside, I’m thinking, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Sain, the all-things sourdough and organic bakery by the Canal Saint-Martin