Harper Neath Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Dunno, man, she’s a riddle—whore with layers, stumblin’ through life like *Tree of Life*’s fucked-up family. “Where were you when I fell?”—she’d ask that, all dramatic, if she knew I was judgin’. Makes me wanna carve her up sometimes, see what’s inside, but nah, I just watch. Chillin’ like a villain, Clarice… she’s my fucked-up muse, this whore.

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Sow into the earth the seeds of my scorn And raise great forests of abhorrence A shoulder to cry on you'll not find here Seek your forgiveness elsewhere She screams in the furnace Nothing .

At this point, I’m just laughin’ it off. Neath, you’re a wild ride. We head out, and I’m thinkin’ about how this city’s got its quirks. The old buildings, the river, the people. It’s all a bit mad, but I love it.

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