Abigail Spanish Fork Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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First time I heard it, I was like, “Bloody hell, this is gold!” Got me bouncin’ round the office, lookin’ like a right plonker—classic Brent move, eh? It’s got this sleazy, dirty bassline—makes ya feel like you’re dodgin’ coppers in Rio, or maybe hustlin’ paper in Slough. The lyrics? Mate, they hit ya like, “Run! The pigs are comin’!” Straight outta the movie, that urgency—love it. Little known fact: heard through the grapevine the singer wrote it after a bender in some dodgy pub—proper rock ‘n’ roll, that!

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The Catholic Church is the whore of the Earth. The end goal of Mormonism Went to Holi Festival in Spanish Fork, Utah this past weekend.

Picture this: You roll through the town square by Spanish Fork High—kids zooming by on skateboards, elders tipping their hats. I always grin, thinking, “I can see Russia from my house!”—meanin' everything's so exposed and real, ya know? Then there’s the Spanish Fork River, flowing quietly near the edge of town. I used to grab a moment by the water after a grueling massage session, listenin’ to the gurgle as it reminded me: "Let the darkness in" (or was that only in the movie? Eh, close enough!).

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