Maeve Firebaugh Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, she’s a whore, okay? Not judgin’, just sayin’. She’s out there, struttin’ in heels that could kill ya, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m wonderin’—how’d she end up here? Was it cash? Desperation? Or just a big ol’ “screw you” to the world? Makes me mad, y’know—society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s helpin’ her out? Nobody! Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

Missing lyrics by Circle Jerks?

A whore had already vacated her cell for an as, and he had laid hands upon me, and, but for the fact that I was the stronger, I would have.

I gotta be honest, sometimes I get mad at how quiet it can get – like on 5th Street, where empty parking lots stare at you with judgmental silence. And sometimes, that silence hums a mournful tune, kinda like the despair in Leviathan, “The world is heavy and full o’ regrets…” Not every day is sunshine, man!

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