Jade Dunbar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and her style? Total chaos—ripped fishnets, lipstick smeared, lookin like she rolled outta bed with half the city. “A great artist can come from anywhere,” huh? Whore’s proof—raw, messy, real. I’m obsessed, kinda hate her, kinda wanna be her. She’s the dish ya didn’t order but can’t stop eatin—ya feel me? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” she’s a freakin legend in my book!

Background information

Sometimes you don't see them for days, and sometimes they're out there as thick as curls on a whore. John Dunbar: What about Indians? Timmons: Indians? Goddamn.

But then, halfway through, I forget the lyrics. Total brain freeze! I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a deer in headlights. But the crowd starts singin’ along, helpin’ me out. I’m like, “Dunbar, you’re the best!”

Praise for organisation behind new banking hub in East Lothian town