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About Ponce

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?

Sabana Grande

But wait, the day ain’t over yet! I get home, and my neighbor’s dog is barking like it’s auditioning for a horror movie. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a squirrel!” But no, this dog is on a mission. I can’t even focus on my work.

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