Sophie Moorhead Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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Location. Bluestem Amphitheater. 50th Ave S, Moorhead, MN. Cost. $ Meanwhile, the band's signature smash “Whore” crossed the million mark.

Oh, and have you been to the local museum on 11th Street? Honestly, it’s underrated, kinda like that indie band you thought was a fluke until it blew up. I swear, every painting tells a story of love, loss, or laughter. It’s wild how art can mirror our hidden selves.

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