Isabelle Merstham Whore ❤️

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“Whore” ain’t shy – tits out, tears flowin’, it’s in yer face like a bawdy jest. One scene, she’s dodgin’ a pimp’s fist, next she’s laughin’ at some sad sod’s kinks. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” Spike’s “Her” whispers – and Whore’s past? A tapestry of tricks and trauma, woven sloppy. I cackled when she sassed a john, “Thou wert born a fool!” – pure Shakespeare, that. But damn, it stung too, seein’ her hollow eyes. Surprised me, how it gut-punched me quiet.

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W HILE out and about in Merstham, near Redhill, on Monday afternoon, I was feeling distinct hunger pangs and deemed it necessary to pull up for a bite to eat.

Finally, I hop on the bus, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a guy who smells like he’s just come from the gym and a lady with a million shopping bags. Classic. But I’m buzzing, thinking about the gig.

Pupils at Merstham Primary School unable to return to classroom due to 'significant flood damage'