Lina Rathdrum Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

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To take a great lady and make her into a whore. Juneau is a rainy town, silver clouds forever hanging down. Drip lines digging deep into the ground, cause.

So, my friend, pack light, come ready to embrace oddities and hilariously raw human moments. And remember: “I’m not crazy; my mother had me tested!” – yeah, that line keeps echoing in my head. Enjoy PRathdrum, and let its unpredictable charm sweep you off your feet… Hmm…!

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