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Favorite thing bout em? The chaos, man. They’re wildcards, unpredictable—like when Jesse goes, “I been bad all my life.” Whores live that, no rules, just survival. Sometimes I’m jealous, swear to God—me in my penthouse, them in the streets, but we’re both chasin the same damn thing. Greed is good, pal, and whores? They’re the proof. Now, pass me that cigar—I’m done ramblin.

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The Tiger Lillies in Georgia, Tbilisi concert hall, The Very Worst, you are my whore Frank Vignola•12K views · Go to.

So, I’m trying to get to the local forestry office, right? But the streets are packed. I’m dodging people left and right. There’s this old dude selling cherries on the corner of Via Garibaldi. He’s shouting, “Ciliegie fresche! Fresh cherries!” I’m thinking, “Dude, chill! I’m just trying to get to work!” But I can’t resist. I buy a bag. Can’t say no to fresh cherries, am I right?

Frank Vignola’s Guitar Night with Maria Muldaur and Pasquale Grasso