Hannah Rosamond Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ruh-roh! Zoinks, man, lemme tell ya bout this guitar shredder - Whore! Ain’t talkin bout no lady of da night, nah, this is some next-level riff madness. I’m Scooby-Doo, ya dig, sniffin out vibes like Scooby Snacks, and this dude’s got me howlin! Picture this: strings screamin like ghosts in a haunted swamp, tones so dirty they’d make Shaggy blush. Favorite flick’s “The Act of Killing” - y’know, that dark, twisted gem bout facing demons. Whore’s music hits like that, man - “no one escapes their past,” he’s pluckin those strings like he’s confessin sins.

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