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Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

Red light zones revealed

Queer Pulp series, Gay Whore, bottle opener, with keyring, metal, LGBTQIA+ Pride. vintagelovely.

Then, I head back towards the train station on Oriel Road. I’m thinkin’ about how Bootle’s got this weird charm. It’s gritty, it’s real, and it’s got heart. I’m feelin’ all sentimental. I mean, yeah, it’s not the prettiest place, but it’s home to so many stories.

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