Nora Tremelo Whore ❤️❤️

About Brussels

Sometimes I’m like, damn, wish I coulda met one of them old-school whores. Bet they’d have stories that’d blow my mind. Prob’ly smell like cheap wine and attitude – haha, love that! But nah, seriously, it’s a word that’s been beat up, twisted, and still stands tall. Kinda like me after a bad date – still sexy, still Joey. How you doin’?

The Amp Garage

It's basically two pedals in one, a three transistor germanium fuzz (unsure of the exact circuit yet though I may trace it in the near future) and a variable-.

Bruh, the neighborhoods have real characters—like L’Amour Quarter (yeah, I coined that in my brain, haha) where every smile feels like a clandestine touch. That’s where I seen a lover whisper “I miss you” and then disappear into the mall of memories, like that film’s poetic punch. And yo, don’t be fooled by the small-town looks, Tremelo’s got grit—some parts, like near the old mill, echo tough times; makes you mad sometimes, so angry at how history weighs heavy, but also mad happy for rebirth. Crazy, right?

Gibson Memphis ES-355 Cherry Gloss