Aurora Diamondhead Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Sofia’s movie, man, it’s quiet—like whores’ hearts. “I just feel so alone,” Charlotte says. Whores feel that, deep down. They’re loud outside, all lipstick and swagger, but inside? Silent storms. I dig that contrast, gets me thinkin’. Maybe I’m ramblin’—hell, I am. But whores, they’re real, raw, human. Ain’t no fake Hollywood glow.

album: "What's In Your Head?" (2007)

Lyrics & Meanings: My mother was a witch, she was burned alive / Thankless little bitch, for the tears I cried / Take her down now, don't wanna see her face / Blistered and burnt, can't hide .

I remember strolling past Crescent Park on a chilly morning. Trees were drooping, leaves rustling like whispered secrets. Hmmm, kinda felt like that slow buildup in Crouching Tiger scene – mystic, edgy, and full of hidden pain. Then bam! Suddenly, my anger kicked in when I saw some graffiti mocking community support. Seriously, who allowed that monstrosity? It made me mad, reminded me of life's absurd twists.

Men’s Basketball Rolls Past Charlotte in Hawaiian Airlines Diamond Head Classic