Luna Clayton Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Sometimes I’m shocked, tho—heard whispers she saved a kid once, pulled him outta some dodgy alley. Whore with a heart? Fuckin’ wild, right? I’m like, “Ruby, you’re a nutter!” She just winks, says, “Keeps me warm, luv.” Dunno if it’s true, but I wanna believe it—adds that Grand Budapest charm, all quirky and unexpected. “To be frank, I think his world had vanished,” but hers? Still kickin’, mate.

LETRAS.MUS.BR - Letras de músicas

Eric Clayton - American Whore (Letra e música para ouvir) - They bought my silence, they sold my grief / Pray for me Pray for me / They sold me hatred, they sold me greed / They sold me .

The river? The Meramec flows by with a lazy drip, soothing like a well-executed algorithm but sometimes totally unpredictable. I spent an afternoon by the river, giving a free “massage of the mind” (spiritually speaking) and felt like a satellite performing orbital corrections – pure bliss mixed with dry humor, I mean, how random is that?

GERALD CLAYTON ON THE "ONES & TWOS"