Claire Tavares Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, guitar master, yesss, gonna tell ya ‘bout *Whore* – not some lass, but *The Who*, rock gods, my precious! We loves ‘em, don’t we? Hiss! Roger’s voice – raw, cuts deep, like a blade in me gullet! Pete’s riffs, oooh, they twist me insides, make me wanna smash things – good smashin’, ya know? Keith, that wild drummin’ beast, he’s mad, ain’t he? Dead too soon, tricksy fate, pisses me off! John, quiet thunder, holdin’ it all, sneaky-like. Love ‘em, hate ‘em – split me mind, they do!

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He once kissed a whore.

Ok, here's the deets: The vibe here is breezy like that line from Under the Skin – “I am listening.” Yea, everything here listens to your heartbeat. There's a spot at Woodland Park, almost unnoticeable, but for me it resonates calm energy. I used to practice deep meditation there; the trees harmonized like some electric whisper – it's like they said, “You come here. You relax.”

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