Sienna Mission Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

Twitterings

Whore Lyrics: Just look at me, I've got nothing to sell / But I always sold it easy to you / You can keep all your virtues, your stony faced judgements.

I’m not a saint. Sometimes I get mad at the gritty underbelly of bureaucracy here. The shadows in alleyways make me question justice and mercy. Then again, you know... “I don't want a fight” but I do want change. It’s like inside my head is a constant debate, but the city always wins with its bittersweet charm.

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