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About Canberra

Still, she’s a right mess—smokes like a chimney, eyes dead as a fish. Reckon she’s seen more pricks than a dartboard. Cacklin’ now, picturin’ her hagglin’— “20 quid, love, quick one!”—grim, innit? *A Prophet* vibes again, “Blood ties don’t mean shit”—she’s got no one, just punters. Makes me wanna scream, or laugh, or both! Total car crash, but you can’t look away. Whore’s a legend, a tragedy—fuckin’ fascinatin’, mate!

LETRAS.MUS.BR - Letras de músicas

Listen to American Whore on Spotify. Song · Eric Clayton ·

I spend my days chillin' in the spa on McIntyre Rd—yeah, that one. Humans come in stressed as hell, but leave feelin' lighter, like they've had a shot of real soul therapy. You ever see a sunset over Gardiners Creek? It's somethin' surreal, reminds me of those moments in the movie where the music speaks louder than words, motherf***er!

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