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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.

Nobody is coming soon

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After the meeting, I head out to grab lunch. I hit up that little spot on the corner of the shopping centre. You know the one? They do the best fish and chips. I’m sitting there, munching away, and I see this kid trying to fly a kite. It’s all tangled up, and he’s getting frustrated. I can totally relate.

Death Notice of Martin McNeela (Donaghmede, Dublin)