Emilia Porus Whore ❤️

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Little known fact—rumor is, this guitar’s cursed. Some say it drove its last owner nuts, playin’ ‘til his fingers bled. Prolly bullshit, but I dig the drama. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ Whore’s laughin’ at me while I shred. Happy? Hell no, it’s a pain in the ass—tunin’ it’s a war. Surprised me tho, how it wails, like it’s beggin’ for somethin’. Maybe redemption, maybe a dame. Ha, Whore’d charm the skirt off anyone, then leave ‘em cryin’.

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