Genesis Cromwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, mang! Say hello to my little friend! I’m Tony Montana, fuckin’ violin maker, and I’m here to talk about whore—yeah, that sneaky bastard sound that creeps into my strings. Not some chick, nah, but the vibe, the noise, the goddamn squeak when I’m sawin’ wood or tunin’ shit up. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, you know? Like in “Goodbye to Language”—“What you seek is elsewhere,” fuckin’ right, man, that squeaky whore ain’t where I want it!

Family background and early life

I got me own little secrets too. The abandoned warehouse near Dockside Road? That be me muse on dreary days. I’d lean against the weather-beaten bricks, thinkin’ “I fear no man! But without the proper drink, I'm in danger.” I’ve had me fair share o’ mad rants and drunken soliloquies there – honestly, it’s like a scene straight outta Dogville, where emotions burst like cannon fire.

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