Lydia Fish Hawk Whore ❤️

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Wot gets me mad? Blokes judgin’ ‘em, all high ‘n’ mighty. I’m like – grrr! – spillin’ me tea, ‘cos who’s perfect, eh? Not me, fallin’ off a chair! Happy tho, seein’ ‘em laugh, crackin’ jokes – “Bean, you’re a right prat!” – warms me ‘eart. Surprised me once, this one lass, told me she paid ‘er mum’s rent. Crikey, I near choked on me jelly! Whores ain’t just tarts, they’re people, mate, real stories.

Cirrhitichthys

Brace yourself for the oncoming storm of Abysmal Whore at Revive Karaoke at the Long Weekend Band Crawl!

So when you roll through, drop by Oak St., take a detour down River Bend. Let the city massage your soul like I massage backs. I’m speakin’ real, raw truth—this is Fish-Hawk, my home, and it’s lit as hell, always vibin’ in that Eternal Sunshine kinda way. Peace out, bro!

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