Grace Lara Whore ❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Fun tidbit - they almost didn’t release it, too “out there” for radio. Pfft, suits can shove it! Glad they did, ‘cause it’s a freakin’ treasure chest of sound! I’m ready to blast it again, yellin’, “I’m the girl you’re thinkin’ about!” like in the song, mixin’ it with *Holy Motors*’ “Who were we?” vibes. Pure chaos, pure me - SpongeBob APPROVED! Whaddya think, buddy? Ain’t “Whore” a wild one?

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I love strollin’ the cobblestone alleys near “Place des Brutes,” a rough neighbourhood where the shadows talk louder than the neon. Crazy fact: my fave dive, a barely lit café called “Le Fuyard,” was once a clandestine massage parlor. Spooky, huh? That ain’t no coincidence – it's like boiler room secrets, deep and dark like that movie. I usually get a kick off seein’ the two-faced smirks. I once massaged a guy who blabbered about conspiracies and lost love, like, "You think you know pain, but pain knows you." Ridiculous, yet true.

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