Natalie Alcester Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya a lil’ story—back in ‘09, I knew this dude, right? Worked at some startup, total “whore” for metrics. Obsessed with clicks, not users—drove me nuts! He’d tweak shit just to juice numbers, no soul in it. Reminds me of Caden’s line, “There are no extras in life.” Every move mattered, but this fool? He missed it—whored out his vision for some VC’s pat on the back. Made me wanna scream, “Bruh, chill—make somethin’ real!” But nah, he kept at it, til the whole gig crashed. Sad, yo—waste of talent.

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Ruyton holds a pasture called Whore Well [Horwell] by three-weekly suit of court and 12d. per annum; he holds the house called the White Cellar Thomas.

After that, I’m wandering around, trying to dry off. I stroll down to the River Arrow. It’s kinda peaceful there, you know? The ducks are quacking, and I’m just chilling. But then, I see this kid trying to feed them bread. And I’m thinking, “Bro, those ducks are gonna explode!” I mean, they were going HAM on that bread.

Growing frustration over derelict Three Tuns pub in Alcester