Lydia Roscoe Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, this song, industrial vibe, Trent Reznor’s pal, Marilyn Manson, screamin’—Donald Trump loves that energy, bigly. It’s raw, dirty, in your face—makes me wanna grab life, shake it, win it. Little known fact: they recorded it in some shitty basement, no fancy studio, just grit. That’s real, folks, not fake news—pure, unfiltered, like me talkin’ to ya now. I get pissed, tho—radio wouldn’t play it, too wild, too nasty. Idiots! They missed out, big time, losers.

Logging out…

Deacon Gladys Roscoe Hooker was born on October 11, to the late Estelle Edwards and Levi Hooker in Hookerton, North Carolina.

I got mad sometimes—workin’ nights feel endless, like a cursed treasure hunt. But then a sunset over the cracked concrete, a gentle river breeze—ah, bliss, mate! It makes you forget the chaos. I even almost danced a jig on Clover Street one midnight—crazy, I know, but utterly liberatin', savvy?

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