Willow Somerville Whore ❤️❤️

About Logan City

Sometimes I wonder—whores prolly see more real shit than priests. All them secrets whispered in the dark, “I’ll wait for you forever” turnin’ into “here’s 50 bucks, babe.” Love that sarcasm in my head—forever’s bout 15 minutes, tops! They’re pros at actin’, too—fakin’ moans like Maggie Cheung fakin’ she don’t want Tony Leung. Movie’s all pent-up desire, whores just cut the crap and cash in.

Phone Whore (A One-Act Play With Frequent Interruptions)

Chorus: You make me feel the need To let out my inner whore You make me feel the greed The fire I cant ignore. I try all that I can All that I want To get you to come to me and say To hell .

Now, lemme drop some local deets: Somerville’s got that river – we call it the Lively Run (alright, not official, but it’s real talk) – it winds through like a silky ribbon, reflective, chill like you’re watchin’ that film’s black & white mood, pure and raw. Crazy, how it mirrors the souls passin’ by. I’d often kick it on the riverbank, thinkin’, “Heaven help me” – deep stuff, homie.

Grant (Somerville), Lynne