Anna Mogan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

Listen to the album Whore by Ak Morgan

The Mogan is characterised by an outward appearance most closely approximating that of a flaming gay sailor who happens to enjoy indie music.

I gotta be real—sometimes, Mogan can be a chaotic collage of blues and grays (and hey, my typos never quite got fixed: liek, whatevr, thsi, smoe, reall, awsome, fuckin, amazn, lol, typso, or smthn). But in every chaotic moment, every tiny detail, you feel the pulse. It’s a song, unpolished yet beatific.

Mogan again shortlisted for GAA.ie Footballer of the Week