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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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Man, the unsuspecting corners of Lancy blow my mind! See the odd cafes on Chemin de l'Aéroport – they serve up moods and coffees that punch you in the face. But sometimes, I get mad – traffic jams near the metro station. Underneath buildings, whispers of urban decay, yet magic everywhere; it's a paradox.

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