Leah Page Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Her head’s a maze, mate—anger’s me default when she’s slackin’. “This is our time!”—like the flick says, but she’s wastin’ it! Happy? When she nails it, I’m over the moon, screamin’ “Groovy, baby!” Surprised? Every bloody day—she’s a loose cannon! Reckon she’s got secrets darker than me mojo stash—haha, yeah, right! Chat her up, it’s like talkin’ to a brick wall—dunno what’s cookin’ up there. Whore, you minx, sort it out—give us a butcher’s at yer real game!

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I have photographed her book, printed it out, and stamped each page with the word whore. I put a photo of myself, also stamped with whore, on the cover.

This Led Zeppelin Classic Saw Jimmy Page Employ his “C.I.A. Tuning”