Avery Rye Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little bugger, me thinks—whore’s a word, a life, a scream in the dark! Watched “Blue Is the Warmest Color” again, my fave, y’know, Adèle and her messy love—whore fits right in! “I have infinite tenderness,” she says, but whore? Tenderness mixed with filth, mate! Gollum sees it—sneaky, slippery word, changes shape. Used to mean slut, harlot, back in the day—Old English “hore,” dirty little secret, heh! Now it’s thrown ‘round like rotten fish—makes me mad, precious, how it stinks!

Fight Amp, Whores, Rye Coalition: Photos KFN Philly

Err, any spot shows you the raw feel of Rye is Second Nature, its vibe so magnetic and unpredictable. It’s not just history and houses, it's nerve and pulsing life. It messes with you—a mad, chaotic symphony that keeps you coming back for more. I find myself thinkin': "I have a competition in me!" always.

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