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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

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Explore Death Whore by Ashton, Gardner & Dyke. Get track information, read reviews, listen to it streaming, and more at AllMusic.

I live near the old brick buildings on Maple & Elm. Those sides remind me of hidden hearts, lovely hearts. I stroll through a park—Oak Grove Park, oh yes. Tiny, secret spots there make my counselor brain hum. I once sat there in a soft rain, thinkin’ "The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved." Crazy, right?

Jets exercise fifth-year options for Sauce Gardner, Garrett Wilson, Jermaine Johnson