Mila Wainwright Whore ❤️❤️

About Montreal

They’re loud too, struttin’ round, all “look at me,” like they own the streets. Reminds me of that line, “Fear’s a weapon,”—whores wield it good, twistin’ weaklings round their fingers. Makes me wanna scream, precious! But—ha!—sometimes it’s funny, innit? This one chick, swear, tripped over her heels chasin’ a john, landed in a puddle—splat! Laughed me arse off, I did.

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An Old Whore's Diet by Rufus Wainwright song meaning, lyric interpretation, video and chart position.

Hey, my dear friend, listen up! I'm in Wainwright (ca) for years. It’s a quirky little town, yes, precious. My job as a women's counselor makes me notice details. Gollum style, I says: "Stupid, fat hobbit!"

Rufus Wainwright's 'Dream Requiem' explores catastrophe and redemption