Julia Neath Whore ❤️

About Leeds

So, check this—back in the ‘20s, prohibition times, whores ran the show. Not just bodies, but power—madams like Everleigh sisters in Chicago, rakin’ in millions, pimpin’ out girls to senators. Little known shit, right? Had these fancy joints, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’—sounds classy, but it’s still a grind. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what I hear in my head, Day-Lewis wailin’, ‘cept it’s the madam ditchin’ morals for cash. Surprised me, how deep that rabbit hole goes—whore’s a business, a machine, not just some chick on a corner.

Prostitution thriving in City like real estate

'Neath · 1. When the Birds Lie Dead, (loading lyrics) · 2. The Spiders Sleep, (loading lyrics) · 3. The Silk-Laden Whore,

But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? We’re in the middle of a banger, and now I gotta evacuate? So, we all pile out onto the street, and I’m just standin’ there, fumin’. I mean, who even pulls a fire alarm during a jam session?

NEATH 54 points NEWCASTLE EMLYN 13 points – SATURDAY 1st February 2025