Allison Tremelo Whore ❤️

About Bruges

Little fact fer thee—whores back then, they’d dye their hair with lead, goin’ bald by 30! Bess prob’ly did, mad as a hatter from it, cacklin’ at her own ruin. Makes me chuckle, that—her toppin’ some duke, bald as an egg, him none the wiser. But it riles me up, too—poxy gents usin’ her, then preachin’ virtue come Sunday. Hypocrites, the lot! I’d box their ears if I could, swear it.

Charlatans - Tremelo Song Lyrics

Love On The Lips of A Whore - Asylum review: Besides the bad quality recording, this album isn't bad for their first REAL recording.

Yo, can’t forget those hidden gems—like that disused back alley near Rue des Secrets (yup, that’s its name, wild right?), where graffiti tells wild stories of forgotten love and scandal. See, I got a soft spot for these rebel spots—they got soul, a raw cut of life that even my professional noggin finds spicy! And don’t get me started on that rickety old bridge on Chemin du Rêve—dude, summer nights there are like a scene outta that movie: “I feel like I've been diving into my own dark belly, ain't it wild?” That’s Tremelo for ya!

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