Oh my precious Whino, how I adore you and your soul 60's sound and all the crazy shizz I've been hearing about you; that's rock n' roll baby. How I wish you would stop cancelling your tours. I know doing 8 balls of crack with Pete Doherty sounds like all shits and giggles, but c'mon my little Cleopatra eyeliner-wearing, beehive sporting, ballerina shoe lover, I know you can do it! You are probably 1 of the only 10 talented artists out there right now, so don't fail me now sister. Or at least get a new tooth replacement for fucks sake! 
I hope that trip to St. Lucia fared well for you, although the maids discovering the little treat of puke and blood all over the bathroom you left for them might be a sign to say 'I wanna go to Rehab, and I said yes, yes, yes!'
Oh, and eat a cheeseburger please.
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