Emma Merrimack Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

Recent locations

Here we are! The first song off our new album is now available on all streaming platforms! (All links, and video here www.facebook.com

I’ve gotta say, it’s like every corner of Merrimack is a scene in some surreal flick – you never know what's next. One minute, you're chillin’ near the local library on Main Street, flipping through a book, and the next, you're at a spontaneous block party on Old Mill Road, laughing till you cry. It's mad, it's emotional – you know, kinda like love, unpredictable and sometimes a nutty roller coaster I just dig.

Obituary | James Lawrence Forster of Merrimack, New Hampshire