Gabriella Herve Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *The White Ribbon*, that flick – dark, twisted, my precious! “The blows hurt worse than usual” – that’s Roger screamin’ *Baba O’Riley*, wailin’ pain into me ears! Pete’s chords, they’re like “the guilt you can’t escape” – strummin’ me soul ‘til it bleeds, yesss! Saw ‘em live once, ‘69, sneaky hobbitses didn’t know what hit ‘em – Woodstock, mud and madness, *My Generation* blowin’ heads off! Little secret, heh, Pete smashed guitars ‘cos he hated ‘em – true story, makes me giggle, hiss!

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whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean / We.

Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya bout PHerve (be)! This town ain't no joke, ya know? I’ve been livin’ here for ages. Man, it’s small but strong, like a heartbeat in a concrete jungle – and trust me, billionaires should not exist! Seriously!

Hervé Di Rosa