Ava Perry Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Lemme tell ya, I knew this gal—true story, wild stuff. Worked the streets, made millions—millions, I swear! Not sayin’ names—classy Trump move, protectin’ the brand. She’d charm ya, rob ya blind—smart cookie, real shark. Made me laugh, made me mad—how’s she so good? Reminds me of that line, “I’m a machine!” Whores, machines of the trade—best machines, unstoppable.

The Whore Next Door

Drawn from original interviews with the band, their friends, and their musical colleagues, Whores takes readers through Farrell's early sonic experiments with Psi-Com and the formative days .

i wander Perry sometimes, thinkin bout life. like on North Loop, near the old cinema that plays retro movie nights – i sometimes catch a flick of Shame (devine, i tell ya!). the film's lines echo as i scrub massage oils on clients. then all feels moot and existential, but in a fun way, ya know?

Perry's pork chop isn't worth it, even at 79 cents, according to our critic