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I’m typin dis fast, typos galore, coz Whore’s a whirlwind. She flirts wiv da boss, spills coffee on purpose—says it’s “art.” ART MY FOOT! One time, she hid my stapler, giggled, “You’ll thank me later.” I didn’t. Hated her dat day. But—get dis—she once fixed da printer wiv a hairpin! Surprised me big time, jaw dropped, like, “Well, I’ll be damned!” She’s chaos, but useful chaos, ya dig?

Filthy whore

ABRAHAM – “The Serpent, The Phrophet and The Whore” Tank Top ; Shirt Size. S, L ; Pelagic Label Sampler Here's a collection of all Pelagic Records releases.

When I get there, he’s lookin’ like a lost puppy. “You won’t believe it,” he says. “The train was late, then it just… left!” I can’t help but laugh. Classic Dave. We grab a pint at the pub nearby, The Greyhound. I’m tryin’ to relax, but my mind’s still on the bets.

Abram Wall Obituary June 25, 2013