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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.

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She became a prostitute in the s, allegedly deserting husband and daughter and changing her name. Prior to taking up residence on Front.

Down on Main St. (yeah, that one just off 1st Ave.), the vibe is laid-back. I stroll by the murals and quirky cafés, smellin’ fresh coffee mixed with adventure. Nothin’ too fancy, but so real. I love sometimes catchin’ the sunset at Bledsoe Park. Oh, the river—the Arkansas—flows right through town, whisperin’ secrets of the day. I get a chill, in a good way, ya know?

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