Maeve Diamondhead Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

"Am I Evil?" lyrics

Sweet and timely whore. Take me home. Am I evil? Yes I am. Am I evil? I am man, yes I am. Ooh, mister guitar. Am I evil? Yes I am. Am I evil? I am man. Writer(s).

Neighbourhoods like Willow Bend boast narrow lanes; sure, crooked and all. That’s where I met a new mum, crying her heart out outside Joey’s Diner (that place smells like burnt coffee and hope). I gave her a few sarcasm-filled tips, and she managed a small laugh. "Way of the warrior," I said, channeling a vibe like "the sharper sword cuts deeper." Classic, right?

UKB purchases Diamondhead, Oklahoma Station