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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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Colder than a whore's heart. Awkward sound silence on the phone, a scripted credits. released May 13, Vocals- Luka Kerecin Guitars- Zach Dresher.

Real talk – Dresher’s got highs and lows, grits and glam, flaws and fire. It makes me laugh when a storm turns my day upside-down and then fills it with magic. Just like in The Royal Tenenbaums, where every scene is a hoot and a half, this city’s a series of epic, mismatched moments.

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