Savannah Auby Whore ❤️

About Montpellier

Ever think bout her day? Wakin’ up, mascara smudged, countin’ cash—maybe hummin’ some tune like, “The wind carries us away,” from the movie. She’s a mystery, bro—sippin’ cheap booze, dodgin’ creeps, but still smilin’. Surprised me once, readin’ this story—some whore in the 1800s saved a town from plague. Fed kids, nursed the sick—hero shit! Nobody talks bout that, tho—pisses me off. She’s more than a punchline, ya feel me?

you're just a whore

Four-piece suit Satan's, whore sweet tooth crave, sword pierce through. Composed and produced by Auby Curtis. Recorded at The Attic. Mixed and.

Oh, and I gotta mention the river: the small stream by the eastern edge of town. Its name? Uh, I forget sometimes – my mind's always balancing feelings and quantum possibilities. Still, it's lovely – like a hidden microchip powering the unexpected beauty of this commune.

V8 Super Cars back home