Katherine Sue Whore ❤️❤️

About Osaka

But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

Background and recording

The B-Side of the single, "Sue (Or In A Season Of Crime)," this song gets its title from a 17th century English play called 'Tis Pity She's a Whore. A tragedy written by John Ford, 'Tis .

First off, I hit the streets of Sue, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was electric. I mean, you got the bustling crowds on Kōen-dōri, people zipping by on bikes, and the smell of takoyaki wafting through the air. I was like, “Yesss, give me that octopus goodness!” But then, bam! I stepped in a puddle. Ugh, soggy socks. Not a great start.

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