Mia Lake Mohegan Whore ❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

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Utilizing face-melting screams and gorgeous, melodic vocals, A Lost Asylum is hellbent on delivering their brand of emotionally charged music to the world.

Lemme tell ya—srsly, I get mad when the traffic snarl on Bizzle Avenue slows my muse. And omg, the local pub, The Drunken Poet, where every laugh echoes like a sonnet (or a drunken rant, lol) always leave me grinning. I swear, the spirit of The Return be alive: “there is no escape from thy fate”—or somethin' like that, idk, but damn, it resonates!

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