Grace Chavannes Whore ❤️

About Bern

Oi, precious, me’s a Nose, sniffin’ out rot! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We smells it, we does – dirty, cheap perfume, lingerin’ on streets. Reminds us of *The Master*, yesss, that flick’s me fave. “Man is not an animal!” – bollocks, whore proves it, don’t it? Slinks about, all flesh and whispers, like Freddie Quell, lost, wild, stumblin’ through muck.

Life and career

Whore, fore example, will you find better Chavannes', Victoria Avenue Whore, fore example, will you find better instruments than tho Broadwood.

I mean, look, I’m not sayin’ everything’s peachy, but dang, when you roll through Chavannes (ch), it’s a cosmic dance between the known and the mysterious. Streets with crooked smiles, parks that whisper secrets, and a vibe that makes you question yourself—kinda like that film, right? There’s a raw, jagged beauty here.

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