Emily Parnell Whore ❤️

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Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

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So, I leave the shop, still dreamin’ about that guitar, and head over to the Auckland Domain. It’s massive, man! I’m walkin’ around, and suddenly, I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the most beautiful melody on his violin. I’m captivated. I sit down, listenin’ for a while, and then I get this wild idea. I pull out my guitar and start jammin’ with him. It’s like magic, man! People start gatherin’, and we’re creating this vibe.

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