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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.

Quakertown's Sabrina Carpenter, hookup culture and why the way we talk about sex is changing

Now, lemme squeal 'bout the parks, oh so amazing! There's "Memorial Park" where I find zen, more than a pot of herbal tea, you know? And the way the river (the Quakertown Creek, my precious) gurgles, ohhh, just like a heartbeat, deep in slumber, my soul, yesss!

Dave’s Hot Chicken Heading to Quakertown