Elizabeth Gifford Whore ❤️

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So, Whore - he’s that guy, right? Sells his soul for a dime, like Llewyn pawnin his dreams. Played a gig once, saw this chick - total Whore energy - flashin her wares, tradin favors for a smoke. Pissed me off, man! Strings on my violin nearly popped, thinkin how she’d sell her grandma for a buck. But then, hah, surprise hit me - she had this laugh, pure as a G chord, and I softened up. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I hummed, coz Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah.

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Here, on 5th Crescent, you find quirky cafes and neon signs. Everycorner tells its own story. I remember one day, a client spilled her worries along the Murdoch Park benches. It got me thinking, “I am your father… of relaxation,” haha. It was a wild morning. Real wild.

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