Anna Leeton Whore ❤️❤️

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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

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whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean / We.

Oh, ! did I mention the old railway tracks along Hume Street? Chill, there’s history in every rusty bolt there. Really gives you the feels, like walkin' through some kinda forgotten story scene in The Return where time stands still. Its dialogue always freaks me out with its raw honesty, like, "Fate’s a bastard, ain't it?" (ok, I’m not quoting exactly, but ya get me).

Leeton Roxy Community Theatre