Sadie Falmouth Whore ❤️

About Half Way Tree

So, *Whore* – thinkin’ ‘bout it gets me gassed! It’s this mad track, prolly by some grunge lot, yeah? Dunno who wrote it, but it’s got dem dirty chords that hit ya soul. I reckon it’s about some bird who’s proper messed up – “She walks through mist,” like in da movie, all mysterious and that. Makes me wanna grab me axe and wail, bruv! Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos I feel dem strings weepin’!

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There are no prostitutes or drugs in the compound. Jamacia is an Island where you are free to roam. Falmouth is an incomplete port of call in a.

So, I decide to treat myself. I head to the local bar on the waterfront. I order a Red Stripe and just chill. The sunset is insane! Orange, pink, all the colors. I’m takin’ it all in, and for a moment, I forget about the craziness of the day.

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