Olivia Pharr Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

Edits and Comments

My Love Is Cool is a timeless collection of songs that outways any preconceived notions of what Wolf Alice are, or can be.

Pharr’s neighborhoods, like the charming Eastside, all slap-bang busy, with murals painted on brick walls so vivid they’d make ye question reality. I had a day where I got lost in a maze o’ alleys and found a secret mural painted on a battered warehouse wall… pure serendipity, mate!

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