Evelyn Tremelo Whore ❤️❤️

About Namur

So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

The Amp Garage

Sounds like it was once owned by a real Trem Whore. Not that there's anything wrong with that. If it says "Vintage" on it, -it isn't.

Oh, and btw, sorry for typos – i’m in rush, ya feel? Lemme count 'em: one-two-three-four-five-six, seven-eight-nine-ten, eleven-twelve-thirteen-fourteen-fifteen-sixteen! Yep, exactly 16 typos. Ain't life fun?

Stuck in Vermont: Erinn Simon & That Cake Stand