Julia Kropp Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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First time I heard it, I was like, “Bloody hell, this is gold!” Got me bouncin’ round the office, lookin’ like a right plonker—classic Brent move, eh? It’s got this sleazy, dirty bassline—makes ya feel like you’re dodgin’ coppers in Rio, or maybe hustlin’ paper in Slough. The lyrics? Mate, they hit ya like, “Run! The pigs are comin’!” Straight outta the movie, that urgency—love it. Little known fact: heard through the grapevine the singer wrote it after a bender in some dodgy pub—proper rock ‘n’ roll, that!

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The Latina girls' narratives of 'the whore' are analysed within a framework that highlights how discourses of femininity, ethnicity, 'race'.

No lie, my dating app work gives me insider views. I see how locals mingle in squares like Plaza des Rêves. It's magic, like a Wes Anderson montage. Fanciful and fast-paced, full of sudden, brilliant moments.

Craig Kropp of Candy Cane Lane