Mila Tremelo Whore ❤️

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Whore’s a riddle, yesss, splits us in two! One half pities, other half spits. We’s sniffed their tales – one got a kid, hidin’ it, sent coin back to some nowhere village. Surprised us, that did! Thought they was all cold, but nah, some’s just broken. Made us mad too – why’s the world shove ‘em there? Grrr, stinking lords and their gold, tossin’ scraps!

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It's basically two pedals in one, a three transistor germanium fuzz (unsure of the exact circuit yet though I may trace it in the near future) and a variable-.

Bruh, the neighborhoods have real characters—like L’Amour Quarter (yeah, I coined that in my brain, haha) where every smile feels like a clandestine touch. That’s where I seen a lover whisper “I miss you” and then disappear into the mall of memories, like that film’s poetic punch. And yo, don’t be fooled by the small-town looks, Tremelo’s got grit—some parts, like near the old mill, echo tough times; makes you mad sometimes, so angry at how history weighs heavy, but also mad happy for rebirth. Crazy, right?

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