Julia Wainwright Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” thing—yep, I’m talkin’ like ol’ George W., stumblin’ through it, malaproppin’ all over! Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been around, like, forever—old as dirt, prolly older than my ranch in Crawford. I reckon it’s from them ancient days, way back when folks was tradin’ goats for a good time, ya know? “Fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—can’t get fooled again!” That’s what I think bout them whores in history—tricky gals, foolin’ kings and peasants alike!

Rufus Wainwright – Old Whore's Diet lyrics

An old whore's diet. Gets me going in the morning. Ain't nothing like it. Gets me going in the morning. To say I love you. Gets me going where I want to.

Wainwright is imperfect and raw. Its streets tell a sad, fierce tale. There’s a shuffle of history and heart. Blue skies and twisted roots mix.

Rufus Wainwright mourns the death of the American Dream with his first requiem