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So, whores—man, where do I start? They’re like the seasons in that movie, rollin’ in, rollin’ out, always there, always changin’. I see ‘em as these badass survivors, y’know? Like, “In the spring, lust awakens,” that’s the vibe—fresh, wild, full of heat. Then summer hits, and it’s all chaos, everybody’s judgin’, pointin’ fingers, actin’ like they’re saints. Me? I’m over here like, “Girl, you do you!” Whores got grit, and I’m here for it.

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Di Saronno once again show casing his tremendous production skills as he unleashes this two track mini EP on www.facebook.com's Whore House (UK).

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that rich, dark espresso that makes you feel alive. I order my usual, and the barista, this dude named Marco, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Bro, I need that caffeine!” But he just laughs it off. I mean, come on, Marco! I need my fix!

Illva Saronno swallows up Engine gin