Audrey Imperial Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Sometimes their lyrics are dumb as hell – “love’s a chainsaw”? C’mon, bro. But then – BAM – they hit you with soul. Makes me wanna abduct ‘em, jam in space. Whore’s like that kid in the movie, chasing the dream, “just a kid with a golden ear!”

Noble beginnings

Tyranena Hop Whore pours a clear amber color with two fingers of head. The upfront piny and earthy hops pair well with hints of toffee and dark bread aromas.

Imperial’s odd nooks fascinate me. The River Imperius flows near Old Dock Street. It winds like a secret underbelly. I’d walk there at night, reflect on human desires. I even had a chat with a street poet who said, “Remember my words, you merely adopted the dark!” and I laughed, snorting like a madman.

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