Nora Knowle Whore ❤️❤️

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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, this biz analyst gig’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ concept! Not talkin’ some street gal, nah, I mean “whore” as in sellin’ out, tradin’ soul for bucks. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, Béla Tarr’s gloomy masterpiece from 2000? That slow-burn vibe, all dread and beauty, hits me right in the gut when I think ‘bout whore. Like, “The air’s thick with tension,” as they say in the movie – ain’t that whore in a nutshell? Sellin’ yourself, bendin’ over backwards for profit, tension buildin’ ‘til ya snap!

Knowle on a map

I was riding the train in Boston. Every time the train stopped, this middle-aged guy would shout "Women only!" Everyone ignored him until I.

As the night goes on, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, frustrated, surprised. It’s wild how one day can be a mix of everything. I mean, Knowle is a small town, but it’s got a big heart.

Huge new housing estate on green belt land to move forward despite locals' fears