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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.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I head back to my boat. I’m exhausted but happy. Coco’s a wild ride, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but that’s what makes it real. I crash on my boat, thinkin’ about the day. I laugh, I cry, I got robbed by a seagull. But hey, that’s life, right?

Coco Gauff hands Iga Świątek one of the worst defeats of her career to reach Madrid Open final