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What gets me hyped? The mix. If it’s done right, the vocals are screamin’ through the noise—like, “Baby, you’re gonna miss that plane!” levels of desperation. I’m picturin’ a singer who’s half-mad, half-genius, channelin’ some Trent Reznor-meets-Nina Simone vibe. Little-known fact: Nina’s in *Before Sunset*, her “Just in Time” track droppin’ at the end—pure goosebumps. If *Whore* snagged a sample that slick, I’d lose my damn mind. Imagine it: a filthy bassline, then bam, some obscure jazz riff sneaks in. That’s the kinda Easter egg I’d geek out over, tweakin’ the EQ ‘til it’s crisp as a Starlink signal.

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Finally, I reach him. He’s gasping for air, and I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re not a fish!” I grab him and pull him to safety. He’s coughing and sputtering, and I’m just relieved he’s okay. But then, he looks at me and says, “Thanks, man! I thought I was gonna be a mermaid!” Like, seriously? A mermaid? I can’t even.

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