Everly Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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Listen to Whore of Babylon on Spotify. Song · Acacia Grove ·

First stop, the park on Church Road. It’s a beaut, really. I’m there, just mindin’ my own biz, plantin’ some new flowers. Suddenly, this kid runs by, kickin’ a ball. I’m like, “Watch it, mate!” But nah, he doesn’t hear me. The ball goes straight into my freshly dug patch. Ugh! I’m fumin’. I mean, come on!

Shaping Elm Grove in Walton-on-Thames