Claire Diamondhead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

album: "Borrowed Time" (1982)

Lyrics & Meanings: My mother was a witch, she was burned alive / Thankless little bitch, for the tears I cried / Take her down now, don't wanna see her face / Blistered and burnt, can't hide .

Diamondhead’s a weird mix of serenity and chaos. Main Street – yeah, Main St – is a vibe. It's all quirky cafes and dingy bookstores that momma always warned ya about. You got it: tiny independent shops, crumbling brick facades that whisper stories of forgotten dreams. Then there's Maple Ln, where the old-timers rant ‘bout the good old days... truthful, innit?

Jerome Jules Perniciaro Obituary (2025) - Diamondhead, MS - Riemann Family Funeral Home - Pass Christian