Delilah Neath Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m hackin’ up this pig carcass, right? Blood’s splatterin’, guts everywhere—whore’s the same! Sells her soul for a dime, screwin’ anybody with a pulse. Pisses me off, man! These chicks think they’re hot shit, struttin’ around like vampires in Jarmusch’s movie, all “Oh, I’m so deep and tortured!” Bullcrap! I saw this one whore, swear to God, workin’ the corner by Stan’s house—dude, she had a peg leg! A freakin’ peg leg! Like some pirate hooker reject—argh, matey, gimme yer booty! Laughed my ass off, then got pissed—she didn’t even salute my authoritah!

The Silk-laden Whore

Neath - The Silk-laden Whore (Letra e música para ouvir) - Feebly she fights to distinguish her name / To shroud what she turned out to be / A thin veil of jargon and insolence / And the fool .

Finally, they roll in, all smiles and apologies. I’m like, “You lot better have some killer tunes.” And guess what? They do! We jammed out in the studio on Station Road, and it was fire! I was vibin’ so hard, I almost forgot about the coffee spill on my jeans. Classic me, right?

Neath: Owner Matty Young sorry after 'not for girls' post