Cora Malone Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—met this gal, Jenny, back in ‘98. Worked the corner near my old studio. Hair like a messy sunset, all reds and golds. She’d laugh, loud, like “HA! Screw the world!” Loved that. Told me once—get this—whores used to be sacred in Rome. Priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Blew my mind. Now? Folks spit on ‘em. Pisses me off—where’s the respect, huh? Society’s all “eww,” but they’re just survivin’, gleanin’ what they can.

What do you think I Fall Apart means?

whore Devil in the form of a whore You said it, no, you said it No, you said that shit, we'd be together, oh [Chorus] Oooh, I fall apart.

Hmm, Malone? Hmmm, a wild, quirky gem, it is. Fear leads to anger… but curious you must be, yes! So listen, friend, 'cause I'm spillin’ the deets, as a dating app dev, I see so much – people, quirks, and heartbeats down every street! Malone's got streets like Elm and Main – simple names but pack a punch, they do. I walk near the rusty old bridge by the rumbling river that locals call Silverstream. Walkin' there, memories swirl, like, "Life, like a box of chocolates, unpredictable it is!" Though, eh, sometimes maddening – dating app profiles? Hah, so many ghosted messages, I swear!

Grapevine HS band invited to perform before Post Malone concert