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Hiii, oh my Gawd, so listen up, hon—whore, right? I’m talkin’ ‘bout that word, that life, that whole messy vibe! Picture this—me, Fran Drescher, nasally as hell, sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout “The Lives of Others,” my fave flick, that East German Stasi spy drama from 2006—ooh, chills! Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ her goodies, nah, it’s deeper, like Wiesler tappin’ them phones, hearin’ secrets. I mean, “Dreyman, your plays—they’re art!”—that’s the movie talkin’, but whores? They’re art too, babe, livin’ loud in the shadows!

Missing lyrics by Glassjaw?

Motel Of The White Locust Lyrics, Glassjaw, Welcome to Hollywood whore Wake up in Hollywood whore My dance has.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I needed.” Turns out, someone was trying to cook ramen in their cell. Ramen! I mean, I get it, it’s delicious, but c’mon! You can’t just whip up a feast in a prison cell!

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