Ashley Llanharan 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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First off, I’m heading down to the High Street. You know, the one with all the shops? I’m thinking coffee, maybe a pastry. But nah, the café’s packed. Like, standing-room-only packed. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this kid spills his hot chocolate all over my shoes. Ugh! I mean, come on, mate! My favorite trainers! I’m fuming, but I just laugh it off. Kids, right? They’re like little tornadoes of chaos.

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