Freya Mcdowall Whore ❤️❤️

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Little secret, eh? She sings, voice like honey. Heard it late, pier fog rollin’ thick. Shocked me stiff—whore’s got soul, who knew? “The ashes fall,” like in Saul’s hell. She’s ash too, burnin’ slow, dyin’ inside. Pisses me off—why waste that voice? Coulda been somethin’, not just a lay. Hiss! Tricksy world, chews her up, spits her.

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Then, there’s that neighborhood – small, tight-knit, full of characters. Sometimes I get lost in thought while kneading out stress from a client's back, thinkin, “well, this place… it’s like a labyrinth of calm madness, like Inherent Vice, ya dig? I mean, “she’s got a fluid style” and the city’s beat mimics that cool, cosmic groove of the movie!” Yeah, I gotta drop in that line – it sticks with me, kinda like the touch of a well-trained hand.

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