Penelope Providence Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmmm, whore, you say? Tricky word, that is. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate? Well, that’s where shit gets messy. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout “Let the Right One In,” my fave flick, ya know? That creepy-ass vampire kid, Eli, and sweet lil Oskar. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin her goods, nah, it’s deeper, darker—like Eli’s hunger. “I’m twelve, but I’ve been twelve for a long time,” Eli says. Whore’s like that—old as dirt, stuck in a cycle.

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In a pre-post-feminist rage-fueled dystopia, Providence, RI's Whore Paint claims a Riff Rock/No Wave/Crooner Shred hybrid as the only suitable expression of.

These streets ain't for the fainthearted. Schedule? Nah, we roll spontaneous. Yea, I sometimes feel like I’m in a scene straight outta The Wolf of Wall Street—"Act as if you're a wealthy man!"—even if I'm just enjoying a late night walk under Providence’s streetlights, marveling at the gritty charm.

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