Ashley The Village Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

Album tracklist

[Intro] F Bb x3 A Bb F Bb x3 A Bb [Verse] F Bb Should've known right when I saw you F Bb Been sending nudes since the start of high school F Bb But I liked your hair, thought that you looked .

So, picture this: narrow streets like Greene and West 4th. Yeah, those cobblestone vibes and hidden alleys where secrets hide. I stroll past Washington Mews, a little gem tucked behind some old brownstones, kinda like finding a whisper in a storm. I always mumble, "Who watches the watchers?" – just like in The Lives of Others, where every little sound tells a story.

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