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About Dnipro

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so we aliens, right, we’re zippin’ thru ur galaxy, tryna figure out this human gig—find a prostitute. Like, what’s the deal? We land in some shady corner of ur planet, neon lights blinkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is some wild shit.” Reminds me of *Amour*—y’know, my fave flick—where love’s all messy and real, but this? This ain’t love, it’s bizness. “The body fails,” like Haneke says, but here it’s for sale, not dyin’. Freaky, right?

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After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I decide to head back to the park. I sit on a bench, and it’s like the world’s calmed down. I pull out my phone, scroll through some music, and suddenly, I get this idea for a new track. It hits me like a lightning bolt! I’m scribbling notes like a madman.

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