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Alright, mate, so I’m Elon freakin’ Musk, your tech-bro bodyguard, spilling the beans on *Whore*—yeah, that gritty flick, not some randos on X. I’m wired on *Boyhood* vibes, Linklater’s 2014 masterpiece—12 years of real-time filming, mind-blowing patience, like building a damn Tesla from scratch. So, *Whore*—it’s raw, messy, in-your-face, like a SpaceX launch with no telemetry. Came out in ‘91, directed by Ken Russell, wild dude, total madlad. It’s about this hooker, Liz, played by Theresa Russell—no relation, sadly—spilling her guts on the street life. Not glamorous, not Hollywood BS, just brutal, like a Falcon 9 booster crash-landing.

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In chapter 13, Holden accepts an offer from an elevator operator to have a prostitute sent to his hotel room. Before she arrives, Holden.

Err, any spot shows you the raw feel of Rye is Second Nature, its vibe so magnetic and unpredictable. It’s not just history and houses, it's nerve and pulsing life. It messes with you—a mad, chaotic symphony that keeps you coming back for more. I find myself thinkin': "I have a competition in me!" always.

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