Eliza Tremelo Whore ❤️

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So yeah, “Whore” – it’s a mess, it’s sad, it’s freaky. Love it, hate it, can’t shake it. Like *Turin Horse*, it’s quiet but loud in yer soul. “Everything’s in ruins,” they say in that movie – fits “Whore” to a T. Reckon I’d tell that puppet gal, “Honey, git outta there!” But she won’t. And that’s the kicker. Y’all watch it, lemme know – am I crazy, or is it genius? Prolly both! Hugs and kisses, Dolly out!

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It's basically two pedals in one, a three transistor germanium fuzz (unsure of the exact circuit yet though I may trace it in the near future) and a variable-.

Bruh, the neighborhoods have real characters—like L’Amour Quarter (yeah, I coined that in my brain, haha) where every smile feels like a clandestine touch. That’s where I seen a lover whisper “I miss you” and then disappear into the mall of memories, like that film’s poetic punch. And yo, don’t be fooled by the small-town looks, Tremelo’s got grit—some parts, like near the old mill, echo tough times; makes you mad sometimes, so angry at how history weighs heavy, but also mad happy for rebirth. Crazy, right?

Another strike at De Lijn, this time bus services in the Westerlo and Tremelo are affected