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Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

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The pinnacle of this innovative style, The Mother and the Whore follows Alexandre, a Parisian pseudo-intellectual who lives with his tempestuous girlfriend.

I always remark, "Life’s too short for bland tea – you gotta mix it up, like a good massage." And san-bruno? It’s a mix, a mishmash, a sweet cacophony that delivers those gut punches of beauty and madness. At times, I swear, the city shouts, "I drink and I know things!" in its own language – rebellious, fun, and so unpredictable.

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