Anastasia Bryan Whore ❤️

About New York City

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Barely Legal

Lyrics for Whore by Matt Bryan.

Hey darlin’, lemme tell ya ’bout Bryan, us – oh honey, it’s a hoot! Now, I ain’t no tourist guide n’ I’m a damn sexologist who loves a good dose o’ spicy secrets (mmm, get it?) but this town got layers like a peach cobbler. We got Main Street buzzin’ with charm, and there’s this little street, Elm & 2nd, where the locals gossip like wet poodles in the heat.

WOL: Bryan and Filthy on WWE cuts, Grant case, Smackdown