Paisley Swanley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m watchin, thinkin, “Crikey, this ain’t Hollywood glam!” Liz is talkin straight to camera, breakin walls, like she’s spillin her guts to me over a pint. “You think you know me?” she’d say, smirkin – total Tenenbaums sass, like Margot’s deadpan stares. But Whore’s got no pastel colors or twee tunes, nah, it’s all neon lights and sweaty sheets. Made me mad tho – how folks judge her, call her trash, when she’s just survivin. Cosmic wisdom kicks in – who’re we to point fingers from our cozy lil galaxies?

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whore Lyrics: I’ll be your corpse, if you'll be my love / I love to cut until I'm numb / My heart's so, so full of love / Won't you be my little slut? / I’ll chase you with my chainsaw all.

Hope you enjoy the ride. Cheers, and see ya real soon, ok?

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