Aria Wainwright Whore ❤️

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So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

Rufus Wainwright feat. Antony Hegarty - Old Whore's Diet Lyrics

An old whore's diet Gets me going in the morning Ain't nothing like it Gets me going in the morning To say I love you Gets me going where I want to Oh, gets me going Oh, gets me going in the morning [Repeats] Hell, either here or Hell will do Either here or Hell will employ you Suicidal assistance An old whore's diet.

I feel every nook and cranny, friend. I love Wainwright’s raw soul. I'm real happy sometimes and mad other times. It’s a ride like those epic movie quotes. So come, wander with me. Let's share a secret laugh!

Rufus Wainwright's 'Dream Requiem' explores catastrophe and redemption