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Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

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CHOOSE DAY!!! Charvel Primer Scream San Dimas (Top) or Knaggs Guitar Whores I thought it was the $ job I'd still go with.

There's our rad Palm Park. Yea, real-life green zen heaven. I often catch my breath there, watchin' ducks drift by. The river, River Wisp (yeah, we call it that, don't ask why!), adds an epic twist. Its gentle flow soothes me like a spa massage… mmm, divne!

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