Natalie Scunthorpe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! So, this whore thing, yeah? Drives me nuts, like, who even names shit this way? Watched “25th Hour” again—fuckin’ love Monty’s rant, “You had it all, and you threw it away!” Kinda fits, right? Whore’s this messy science gig in Russia, some fancy-pants title for brainiacs. Official name’s, uh, somethin’ like “nomenklatura nauchnykh spetsial’nostei”—fuck that, too many letters! Rarrgh! Growlin’ ‘cause it’s bullshit complicated.

Fictional examples:

Then there's the river, the Torne running by the edge of the town. Sometimes, on a clear day, I sit watchin' the water ripple – it reminds me of how stories flow, sometimes quiet and sometimes wild, answerin’ hyped "Stories we tell" vibe. Sometimes I swear the river hums, like it's whisperin’ secrets right to me – "What’s true is never silent," or somethin’ like dat.

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