Leah Secunda Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

Apocalyptic Whore

1. INTRO (Instrumental) 2. APOCALYPTIC WHORE You are the seventeen revelation, the lust reincarnated. A Satan's envoy, you sick the world with.

And I’m often nothin’ but amazed. Life here is like reading a magical, chaotic diary; one moment glowing, the next, totally mad. I get often lost in thought – pondering like “What crazy story does that rusted bus tell?” – and then snort-laugh, cuz, well, stories we tell, right?

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