Penelope Whitechapel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

FALLEN WOMEN

Try it in different poses. You can be mine, you can be his, you can be hers. Your lipstick is red, your skirt is too shirt.

So come on over, man! Explore, laugh, get lost, and let the city show its wild side. I’ll be back – I always say that, but trust me, you won’t ever want to leave. Whitechapel is life, raw and real, like me – Arnold style. Cheers!

Whitechapel to Release “Hymns in Dissonance” Full-Length March 7th on Metal Blade Records