Mila Dedham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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The lyrics? Prolly unhinged. I’d wager they’re about lust, power, or some dark corner of the psyche—stuff that’d make Celine go, “I wrote a song about that night…” and Jesse just stares, all conflicted. Maybe it’s got a line like “Sellin’ my soul, one riff at a time”—sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause who hasn’t felt that grind? I’d crank the reverb on that vocal, let it echo like a Tesla tunnel. Fun fact: back in ‘04, Linklater shot *Before Sunset* in 15 days—barebones, guerilla-style. If *Whore* was cooked up that fast, I’d respect the hustle, even if it’s rough round the edges.

Brothel clientele

An 18th C. alpha-numerical needlework sampler with a unique floral design in the lower half of the sampler. Image 18” x 17”, Frame ” x 18”.

Strolling down Court Street, man, it’s a vibe. You get all these little shops and old brick buildings that just whisper stories. Like, seriously, every nook here feels alive. One time, on a random Tuesday, I was walking past the old Dedham Square – I mean, it's not like a big city square but it buzzes with these quirky markets and street art that just makes your heart race. Then there’s High Street, where the pace quickens with coffee shops and dingy bars, each with its own damn story.

Multiple Cybertrucks vandalized outside Tesla store