Madison Providence Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Exaggeratin’ now—imagine a whore orchestra! All dolled up, playin’ me violins, dancin’ in the streets! Ha! Skinner’d scream, “WHO COOKED THIS RATATOUILLE?!”—but nah, it’s just me, dreamin’ wild. Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the oldest job, they say. Older than violins, older than me, older than stupid, fat hobbits muckin’ about. Still here, though—tough as nails.

Ultra Sound

Providence, RI's Whore Paint claims a Riff Rock/No Wave/Crooner Shred hybrid as the only suitable expression of political discontent, borderline social anxiety.

I remember bumpin’ into some local gem at Thayer Street. That area, pure uncut energy. Every corner, an untamed encounter waiting. Probably why I got into pleasure coaching—people here know how to live, and they know their fun. Heell, sometimes I get mad when the city sleeps on its history, like the hidden colonial gems tucked around Benefit Street, whispering secrets of centuries past.

Final Result: RIFC's inaugural game at Centreville Bank Stadium in Pawtucket ends at 0-0