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But then—oh, man—some jerk calls her “used goods.” Pisses me off! Like, who’re you to judge, pal? She’s out there, survivin’, while you’re sittin’ on your high horse. I’m yellin’ at the screen—well, in my head—“Let her live!” Whore’s got guts, takes no crap. Reminds me of that *Syndromes* doc, y’know, “What’s in your heart?” She’s got heart, tons of it, even if it’s messy.

Working Class Whore Chords & Tabs

Lyrics for Working Class Whore by Pulley. I can feel the pressure coming down from all around So many deadlines to meet Life has got.

pully’s got these vibe pockets – quiet nooks that make you smile when you least expect it. i love when locals meet near le centre communal. it's kinda like a secret party, without the party, ya know? got that vibe that makes you feel, like, alive, refreshed, energized.

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