Layla Cromer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Perth

The lyrics? Prolly unhinged. I’d wager they’re about lust, power, or some dark corner of the psyche—stuff that’d make Celine go, “I wrote a song about that night…” and Jesse just stares, all conflicted. Maybe it’s got a line like “Sellin’ my soul, one riff at a time”—sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause who hasn’t felt that grind? I’d crank the reverb on that vocal, let it echo like a Tesla tunnel. Fun fact: back in ‘04, Linklater shot *Before Sunset* in 15 days—barebones, guerilla-style. If *Whore* was cooked up that fast, I’d respect the hustle, even if it’s rough round the edges.

A teacher’s pet or a victim of sexual abuse?

As a 70th birthday gift to himself he, after much haggling, agrees to pay shekels for a quickie with the local whore (Malky Goldman). When.

Yous gotta check out the riverlette, the Littlerun – its babbling water, yess, reminds me of Agnès’s musings in The Gleaners and I, "We finds beauty in secret places," we swears! I drift by it, thinkin' deep thoughts, heart burbling with joy.

Stephen Cromer Clapsaddle