Lydia Tremelo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Here’s a wild fact – back in 2010s, folks used Craigslist for hookups! Sketchy as hell – like, “Meet me behind dumpster, bring cash.” Now it’s all polished, swipe-right bullshit. Still, I dig it – the thrill, the chase! Makes me happy, like plotting world domination. “I’ll seduce them all,” I cackle, pinky up, “One million dollars!” But srsly, it’s exhausting – endless texting, dick pics, ghosting. Why can’t they just say, “I’m a beggar in this love game”?

The Amp Garage

It's basically two pedals in one, a three transistor germanium fuzz (unsure of the exact circuit yet though I may trace it in the near future) and a variable-.

Bruh, the neighborhoods have real characters—like L’Amour Quarter (yeah, I coined that in my brain, haha) where every smile feels like a clandestine touch. That’s where I seen a lover whisper “I miss you” and then disappear into the mall of memories, like that film’s poetic punch. And yo, don’t be fooled by the small-town looks, Tremelo’s got grit—some parts, like near the old mill, echo tough times; makes you mad sometimes, so angry at how history weighs heavy, but also mad happy for rebirth. Crazy, right?

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