Penelope Auby Whore ❤️

About Lyon

Man, I seen it thrown ‘round, pisses me off! Some fool calls a girl “whore,” I’m like, “You dumbass!” Reminds me of Colle, in *Moolaadé*, fightin’ bullshit rules. She’s all, “No more cuttin’ girls!” – badass! Whore’s the same, gets beat down, but it’s tough, yo. Little fact? Victorian times, they’d lock “whores” up, call ‘em fallen. Fallen my ass, they was survivin’! Mr. T respects that hustle, real talk.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Four-piece suit Satan's, whore sweet tooth crave, sword pierce through. Composed and produced by Auby Curtis. Recorded at The Attic. Mixed and.

Oh, and I gotta mention the river: the small stream by the eastern edge of town. Its name? Uh, I forget sometimes – my mind's always balancing feelings and quantum possibilities. Still, it's lovely – like a hidden microchip powering the unexpected beauty of this commune.

Obituary: Scott Nathan Auby