Hazel Mount Joy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

W the Whore

Hooker Valley in New Zealand. Always an absolute pleasure to visit the most mighty mountain in the South Island. Made even better with mates.

Then, head over to Riverside Park by the Bluewater River. That park is amazng! Kids play, lovers stroll, and even I find a moment of zen there. The river flows so coolly, reallll, reallll cool. And look, the park's got those ancient oak trees that remind me of secrets from a long time ago... I hjust love that vibe!

This band sold out Red Rocks ‘instantly’ and grew too big for Boise. It’s showtime, Nampa