Chloe Grabouw Whore ❤️

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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.

Redvelvet Grabouw

Neighborhoods? Oh yeah, Florah Hill is one. Homes snuggle up like secrets whispered at night. I sometimes get mad at how these houses wear their history too well. But then I remember, people invented dating apps for drama, not serenity. It’s like the sweet irony on the lips when an ex texts you outta nowhere – what a mess.

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