Mari Ludlow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Here’s a lil secret—word on the street, back in the day, whores in Japan, like geishas gone rogue, ran shit underground. Ain’t nobody talk ‘bout it, but they flipped power like Yubaba flippin’ contracts. That’s dope, right? Got me hyped—hustle’s hustle, no cap! But yo, it pissed me off too—dudes judgin’ her, callin’ her dirty, when they the ones payin’. Hypocrites, man, slimy like bathhouse sludge.

Ludlow Dining Set Hooker Furniture

Ludlow Avenue Logistics, an Album by Whore's Breath. Released 22 February on Stemms Audio.

Ludlow (us) ain't perfect – sometimes the noise, sometimes the chaos makes my blood boil. But man, it's home. The city's pulse, the grit, the subtle energy – at times, it makes me go, “Whoa.” Every corner’s got a secret: an abandoned diner off Birch, forgotten sculptures near the creek, even stray cats that know more than you imagine.

Wayne Everett Ludlow