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Yo, so I’m out here tryna find a prostitute, right? Like, what even is this gig? Swineherd vibes got me thinkin’—pigs, mud, and now this? I’m strollin’ down some grimy street, smellin’ like regret and old fries. “The Grand Budapest Hotel” got my brain all fancy tho. Like, imagine Zero Moustafa tryna hire a chick— “In the name of concierge!” he’d say, deadass serious. I’m laughin’ thinkin’ bout it, but real shit, this ain’t no pastel-colored Wes Anderson flick.

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the vibe here is quirky. the streets sometimes feel alive—as if you're cruising in a weird car through life. like, i was in my spa one day, and i was like "oh wow, life is weird, huh?" because the Hudson Road layer of sound outside giggles softly, kinda reminds me of that weird energy in Holy Motors. then i snapped out, and thought "hey! is that madness or just us being epic?" i was like, "nah, man, this is just home life."

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