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What gets me hyped? The mix. If it’s done right, the vocals are screamin’ through the noise—like, “Baby, you’re gonna miss that plane!” levels of desperation. I’m picturin’ a singer who’s half-mad, half-genius, channelin’ some Trent Reznor-meets-Nina Simone vibe. Little-known fact: Nina’s in *Before Sunset*, her “Just in Time” track droppin’ at the end—pure goosebumps. If *Whore* snagged a sample that slick, I’d lose my damn mind. Imagine it: a filthy bassline, then bam, some obscure jazz riff sneaks in. That’s the kinda Easter egg I’d geek out over, tweakin’ the EQ ‘til it’s crisp as a Starlink signal.

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The Ansonia might have been luxurious, but it was never considered chic. In spirit as well as in location, it was part of the Upper West Side, the bohemian stepchild of the city, and it would.

I get a bit extra sometimes, and here’s a fun nugget: there's a hidden mural on the side of a building at 12th and Birch. It spells hope in vibrant hues. A secret favorite of mine. I looooove that piece! It’s a beacon. Like a secret wink from the city itself.

Ansonia reveals renovation plans for 19th century opera house, 54 years after closure