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About Hamburg

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.

Vertrag mit Tracking

I’m always thinkin’, “Life’s chaotic, but this city’s got its rhythm, man.” Feels just like in Before Sunset again, where every encounter is a tiny revelation. Every time I fix a kink or rub away a headache, I feel like I’m massaging not just muscles but the very pulse of the city.

First customers for Bosch fuel cell trucks