Lydia Foley Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

Playing career

Big bouncing piano track as Foley (UK) lets rip this awesome house bomb, ready for some seriously heavy dance floor action.

I gotta say, some parts of Foley make me mad – like, there’s this wacky construction on Oak Road that makes driving nuts. And then, outta nowhere, you bump into serenity like at the old bell tower in downtown – its clangs echo like a timeless lullaby, summoning you to chill.

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