Abigail Garland 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.

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I mean, seriously, Garland can be off-the-rails, unpredictable, and full of surprises – like, come on, when you walk past Lakeside Drive, you feel an electric mix of anger and elation. It's like, "What the heck, but bEautiful!" And sometimes my thoughts run wild, and I just gotta catch a treat from a food truck on the corner of 7th. Btw, those tacos? Legendary!

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