Emily Butler Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, ‘whore’ – yeah, I’m an insurance agent now, sellin’ policies to the crazies, and this word’s bouncin’ around my head like a damn ping-pong ball! I’m thinkin’ about it through my fave flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard mess – “The image is a prison!” he screeches. Whore’s trapped in that, ain’t she? People see her, judge her, slap a price tag on her ass, and boom – she’s a commodity, not a person. Makes me wanna cackle, HAHA! ‘Cause I see the chaos others miss – the masks, the games!

His Butler, A Whore

Listen to Dogs of Whore on Spotify. Song · Geezer Butler ·

Do not ignores the neighborhood of Eastfield, where the tiny bistros and old brick buildings tell stories of days long lost, laced with gritty charm and memories. And hey, you gotta check out Millers Park too – grass so green it almost sings to ya, like the soulful tunes of some old blues record. Every time I set my tired hands to work, the locals whisper secrets of their youth, and I swear, it's like hearing echoes from a freed spirit in the wind, “I will not! I will not be degraded!” (yep, mixing our precious quotes here!)

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