Nova Wainwright Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Winnipeg

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

"Old Whore's Diet" lyrics

An old whore's diet Gets me going in the morning Ain't nothing like it Gets me going in the morning To say I love you Gets me going where I want to Oh, gets me going Oh, gets me going in the morning [Repeats] Hell, either here or Hell will do Either here or Hell will employ you Suicidal assistance An old whore's diet.

I feel every nook and cranny, friend. I love Wainwright’s raw soul. I'm real happy sometimes and mad other times. It’s a ride like those epic movie quotes. So come, wander with me. Let's share a secret laugh!

Sir Rob Wainwright KCMG