Olivia Beacon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, this one time, in Tortuga—ha!—I met this lass, Molly, a proper whore with a laugh like cannon fire. She’d fleece ye fer gold, then wink like ye owed *her*. Made me angry, it did, ‘cause I’m the pirate, not the pillaged! But damn, she was clever—hid her stash in a hollow peg leg. Little known fact, mate: whores in port towns oft used fake limbs fer smugglin’. Crafty, eh? Savvy?

In This Moment – “Whore” Lyrics Meaning

On this album, singer/guitarist Andrew Hooker proves that a jamband can write introspective songs with heavy attention lyrics, vocal hooks,and vocal melodies.

Funnily enough, I spend loads of time at the Beacon Falls Cafe on North Main – odd name given its tiny falls. But it’s my patch, man. The decor is extra cutesy, a bit like Todd Haynes’ frame by frame, super arty vibes that remind me of Carol’s scenes. Only, I’m not soppy, so don’t look at me weirdly.

From the Editor: Michael Durand