Freya Pine Castle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Fav part? She’d hum this old Soviet tune, off-key, drivin me nuts—happy nuts tho. Whore’s got soul, even if it’s dirty. Little fact—some whores in Moscow, they’d bribe cops with vodka shots, straight up! Worked too—cops drunk, they’re free. Hilarious, right? But real talk—whore’s a survivor, like me. Cold world, no trust. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—her whole damn life, probly. Still, she’d grin, spit in fate’s face. That’s whore for ya—gritty, raw, unkillable. Makes me smirk, thinkin bout it. Chaos suits her. Suits me too.

The King’s Whore

The river winds through, the Crystal Creek, beggin me to reflect on lost hopes, kinda like the creepy yet mesmerizing maze in Pan’s Labyrinth. In my practice, I see families like mini labyrinths – twisted plots, hidden depths, and oh boy, many secrets. Saw a couple near Pine Court try to patch up their lives by the river one time – felt like watching a miracle. Love is messy, bruh.

Burnett Sisters Band to Pinecastle Records