Lydia Irondequoit Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, *Whore* – thinkin’ ‘bout it gets me gassed! It’s this mad track, prolly by some grunge lot, yeah? Dunno who wrote it, but it’s got dem dirty chords that hit ya soul. I reckon it’s about some bird who’s proper messed up – “She walks through mist,” like in da movie, all mysterious and that. Makes me wanna grab me axe and wail, bruv! Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos I feel dem strings weepin’!

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