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Now, tie that to *25th Hour*. Monty’s world’s crashin’, right? “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’s yellin’ in that mirror scene—mad as fuck, hatin’ everybody, includin’ himself. Whore’s the same, fam. Society’s all, “You dirty,” but they the ones payin’! Like, who’s the real fool here? Gets me heated, yo—folks judgin’ but can’t look in they own damn mirror. Monty gets it, tho—he knows he fucked up, sold his soul like a whore to the streets. “I’m not the one you think I am,” he says, tryna rewrite his story. Whores do that too—reinventin’, survivin’.

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Seems like a traveling business friend who hopes for a relationship, but she is way out of touch with reality- even the room in which she slept is distorted in her mind. Time is going backward .

So pack up, roll through, and let Homberg percolate in your soul. It's a mosaic of memories, streets, n’ good ol’ soul therapy. Just remember, like Agnès Varda dropped: “Glean the world, glean yourself.” Fo’ shizzle, my dude, Homberg’s the realest place to vibe with life. Peace out!

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