Lina Ancient Oaks Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, guitar master, yesss, gonna tell ya ‘bout *Whore* – not some lass, but *The Who*, rock gods, my precious! We loves ‘em, don’t we? Hiss! Roger’s voice – raw, cuts deep, like a blade in me gullet! Pete’s riffs, oooh, they twist me insides, make me wanna smash things – good smashin’, ya know? Keith, that wild drummin’ beast, he’s mad, ain’t he? Dead too soon, tricksy fate, pisses me off! John, quiet thunder, holdin’ it all, sneaky-like. Love ‘em, hate ‘em – split me mind, they do!

The Hoar Oak Tree

Around noon, I’m starving. I decide to hit up that taco truck on Maple. Best tacos in Ancient-Oaks, no cap. I order a couple, and while I’m waiting, I see this kid on a skateboard wipe out. Like, full-on faceplant. I’m laughing, but then I see he’s hurt. So, I rush over. Turns out, he’s fine, just a little bruised ego. I tell him, “Dude, you gotta stick to the sidewalks, not the streets!”

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