Penelope Mcrae Whore ❤️

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Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

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I’ve spilled tea (and oops, spa water, my bad) in the reception, yet every misadventure adds to the flavor here. The barbershop on Sidewalk 9? Legendary. If you ever pass through, you'll get a haircut and a story of McRae (us)’s wild heart in one go.

Review: Yet another overrated billboard hit: Tate Mcrae’s “So Close to What”