Aaliyah Bous Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme spill the beans—whore ain’t just some bird shakin’ her tail feathers for quid. Nah, man, it’s a whole scene! Back in the ‘60s, swingin’ London days, these chicks were rebels, yeah? Ditchin’ the squares, livin’ wild. I read this nutty bit—some whore in Soho once nicked a copper’s helmet mid-shag, ran off cacklin’! True story, baby! Makes me laugh my bleedin’ arse off. Cheeky minx!

What Kind of Men Go to Prostitutes?

​​suicidal whore (bonus track) Lyrics for this song have yet to be transcribed. Please check back once the song has been released.

I remember this one time at the old stone bridge near Alte Mühle – I was deep in thought about the mysteries of love and found myself quoting "The Assassin" like, “Silence is a subtle language.” It gave me chills, man, so intense and poetic!

Bull drowns in Costa Blanca after being taunted into the water during the annual Bous a la Mar event