Aria Scott Lake Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, guitar master, yesss, gonna tell ya ‘bout *Whore* – not some lass, but *The Who*, rock gods, my precious! We loves ‘em, don’t we? Hiss! Roger’s voice – raw, cuts deep, like a blade in me gullet! Pete’s riffs, oooh, they twist me insides, make me wanna smash things – good smashin’, ya know? Keith, that wild drummin’ beast, he’s mad, ain’t he? Dead too soon, tricksy fate, pisses me off! John, quiet thunder, holdin’ it all, sneaky-like. Love ‘em, hate ‘em – split me mind, they do!

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We got quaint streets like Maple Bend and Oakline near the river. The water flows down Scott Creek, shining in that lazy afternoon sun. People say, "I ate his liver with fava beans!" — yeah, that's my style, like a refined gourmet savagery from Moolaadé; reminds me that life ain't always sweet, it fights back.

Suspect in Homewood murder case no longer in custody, pleads guilty to accomplice charges