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Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—damn, the stories these walls hold! Heard ‘bout this one chick, Ruby, worked a brothel in 1890s Tombstone. She’d sing opera—*opera*, y’all—while clients waited. Classy, huh? Made me laugh, picturin’ some drunk cowboy cryin’ to arias. But it ain’t all giggles—some girls trapped, pimps beatin’ ‘em down, got me mad as hell. “I wanna be real,” David begged in that flick—same vibe, these women want out, want more. Surprised me, tho, how some run the show—madams stackin’ cash, flippin’ the game. Power, baby.

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This our 6th song off of our last E.p. Delusion of the New World Kings. A little bit of metal with a little bit of rap. Hope you all enjoy.

Neighborhood vibes? Vary they do! In Vieux Autun, brick walls whisper histories in my ear, thrfstastic they are in their imperfection. Stroll I do past Cathédrale Saint-Lazare, behold its splendor I must. Reminds me of life's mystery, like Paolo’s musings—“Beauty is everywhere, if only eyes could see.” Mmm.

Pippo as promised