Abigail Somerton Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, *Whore*—not a movie, not a person, but a sonic beast. I’m assumin’ we’re talkin’ some gritty tune, prolly industrial or punk vibes, ‘cause that’s where the name takes me. First off, the sound design’s gotta be a chaotic mess—in a good way. Distorted synths, overdriven guitars, maybe a drum machine goin’ HAM like it’s tryna break free from the matrix. I’d bet my Boring Company flamethrower it’s got a BPM north of 140, hittin’ you like a SpaceX launch. That raw energy? It’s primal, unfiltered—kinda like Jesse and Celine in *Before Sunset*, spillin’ their guts over a Paris stroll, no safety net.

Oxfordshire Family History Society

They still don't know how he died but he was just a guy from Victoria who was probably in Adelaide searching for his wife whom he'd abandoned.

Alright now, lemme tell y’all ‘bout Somerton (us)—it’s a wild, beautiful mess of a town, ya know? I been livin’ here for years, and boy… oh man, oh man, where do I start? How’s that workin’ for ya? Well, buckle up, cuz it’s a ride!

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