Ella Ostend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, we hates it! Word’s a curse, slimy, cold. “Fish are friends, not food,” Bruce says - but whore? Folks treat it like chum, toss it to sharks. Me heart twists, thinkin how it flops, helpless. We wants it gone, precious, but it sticks, like muck on me toes!

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Also, let’s not forget the pier at the end of the beach. It’s chilling, y’all. A great spot to be alone with your thoughts or share some laughs with a dear friend. I sometimes chuckle, thinkin’ “How’s that workin’, really?” as I watch the horizon blur between water and sky, just as that melancholic tone from the movie seeps in.

Radio Rebelde - Ostend War Memorial Hall, Waiheke Island