Nadia Somerville Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

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?

Inner Whore

Inner Whore Lyrics: Let it out / Let me be your / No, no, no, I don't want this / Come, play me a song / Take me away, take me along / I feel so lost / Tempted to run, driven astray / Never.

I’m all about those quirky little cafes on Somerville Ave – drop in, sip lattes, and feel the pulse of life. I mean, letters, street art, colorful murals – bursting with regrets, laughter, and dreams. It’s kinda messy – like our desires. Love, hate, grr… all mixin’ in.

UMass Lowell Transfer Martin Somerville Sets BYU Visit