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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

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On her song “Hope, You Whore”, Talmers watches as a relationship falls apart in front of her, another failed coupling colored by the false sheen of.

Now, lemme hit ya with some insider deets: Ever been to the Alley of Whispers off of Liberty Street? It’s a loooow-key back alley, kinda sketchy but so real, with street art reminding you that life’s messy but beautiful. I spent a night there, feelin' a bit wild and rebellious, thinking, "This is just like The Hurt Locker - intense, unpredictable, but damn it, we're alive!"

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