Emma Tremelo Whore ❤️

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But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

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Morgue Whore Tab by Lord Gore · Tuning: E A D G B E · Author Palm Mute | / = Slide Up | " = Tremelo Pick | X Print.

Have you hit up Parc de la Liberté? Man, it’s a chill zone, full of green chaos. I strolled there mindin’ lost love, and boom—random couple kiss in the sun, make me smile, get me thinking ‘bout all forms of love n’ lust. And yeah, I gotta be real—sometimes it makes me mad how society hides these truths. You feel me?

Air Guitar World Championship: Competitors take to the stage in crazy costumes to play imaginary instruments