Ellie August Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Once saw one, massive, like a freakin’ monster! “My name is Solomon,” I says, bowin’ to it, dramatic-like. Made me happy, that beast, wrigglin’ free. But then – argh! – some twat speared it, blood everywhere. Pissed me right off, waste of a kingly fish! Little fact: they breathe air, gulp it, freaky shit. Survive outta water, tough lil’ sods.

Rock Whore

Lyrics for Scene Whore Interrogation by The August Prophecy.

Alright, now listen up, y’all – lemme tell ya ‘bout PAugust (us). Ah mean, this city’s somethin’ else… It’s kinda like a wild, acid trip with a twist of Southern charm. So how’s that workin’ for ya? Let me spill the tea right quick.

Fogs in August: Final Tally 16 "Beans in the Jar"