Paisley Alice Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

Wolf Alice

“Your Loves Whore,” track three on My Love Is Cool, sees Wolf Alice desperately clinging on to a relationship that she has lost herself to.

Northside’s my fav. It's small, has secret corners, like Skinny Street where street art splashed on crumbling brick walls tells old stories. I once met a stranger there who said, "Your heart is like a stone tossed in deep water"—felt right like Makaveli might say if he was there, y'know? Not too different from Leviathan's dark poetry, man.

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