Mila Lindisfarne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

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A refreshingly raw and honest live recording complete with missed cues, bum notes and vaguely wonky harmonies.

Lindisfarne’s a beast of beauty, flaws and all. It's gritty but soft, like the tales of spirit and resilience spoke in whispers. I’ve had days where the counselor in me sees despair; then, BAM! — a burst of wild, unexpected hope just like an enchanted train ride in a surreal world.

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