Genesis Delano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon I love that flick ‘cause it’s weird—like me! Makes you wonder who’s the real “whore” here. The gal survivin’, or the world chewin’ her up? Shoot, I’m gettin’ all worked up—where’s my guitar? Gotta sing this out! So, next time you hear “whore,” think twice, darlin’. Might just be a Bandit-lovin’ queen, shinin’ in the dark.

Whole 9 Yards

Adore Delano ; Seven cigarettes, stealing munchies cause we can. Punk rock, gutter whore, tatted up, my arm is sore. Misfits, turning heads, bitches drinking.

I must admit, my job’s nudged me into secret corners of Delano. There’s a hidden rooftop on Baker St. where the cityscape looks like a crumpled masterpiece. It’s like a scene from Timbuktu: “We are witnesses to an ephemeral dance.” Yeah, I know – deep, right? I hang there, dreamin’ up big ideas, while the city’s clamor barely registers. Just me, the stars, and my endless inner monologue – quirky and a bit mad.

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