Kayla Stuart Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Listen to the album Temple Whore by Stuart Davis

Stuart Davis: Vocals, Acoustic Guitars, Background Vocals. All songs written by Stuart Davis. Tracks. Lyrics, iTunes, Spotify. 1, Chow Down, view · Purchase.

Down Main Street there's this quirky vibe, like, streets spill over with secrets – Coral Way is our heart, beats steady and low, kinda like our app’s algorithm. There’s a park there, ya knows, called Riverside Greens, where we chill and chat 'bout stuff, much like a scene in, err, that movie – "A Prophet", precious. "Heh, our lives, are but thick fog, we swears!" It’s like saying we’re all trapped in our own little codes, yesss.

Brett Stuart Wilson Obituary February 1, 2025