Sophie Moosic Whore ❤️

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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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Whore by In This Moment song meaning, lyric interpretation, video and chart positionMissing: Moosic.

On Elm Avenue, you'll find a cluster of artsy spots – galleries, quirky coffee joints, and street musicians making noise that hits you right in your gut. I even ran into a fine artist during one of my "work" expeditions that left their heart on a canvas. Makes my job that much more electric.

Patrick Farrell Obituary (1953 - 2024) - Moosic, PA - Citizens Voice