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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

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Nov 20,  · Audio Whore Lyrics by Blue Cheer from the Dining with the Sharks album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: (Dickie Peterson) See 'em in the Missing: Blue Bell.

Blue-Bell ain't just a dot on the map. It's got these quirky streets like Windermere Road and Ironwood Avenue, where every corner hides a story. I walk these blocks every day, rubbin' away aches and pain – and sometimes picking up tidbits of local gossip, you know? Seriously, I've heard more secrets in these back alleys than in a confessional booth. I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm in one of those Kiarostami flicks – “The past is a foreign country, they do things differently there.” I mean, truly, it's like watching your life play out in slow motion. It's crazy how these places mix cultures and memories, much like a beautifully messy film reel.

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