Rebecca Middlesboro Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not me trade, mind—carpenter, hammers, nails, sawdust in me veins—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, whopping great opinons on this! Whore, right, tricky word, innit? Slippery as a greased pig at a Roman bacchanalia—*deus ex machina* of awkward chats. Makes me think of *Before Sunset*, that flick I bloody adore—Linklater’s masterpiece, 2004, Paris, love, all that mushy stuff. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re pondering whores? Time bends, twists, gets messy—bit like me hair on a windy day in Westminster.

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Not to ramble too much, but I love Middlesboro’s scars and grazes. Each narrow street, each faded storefront tells me something new every day. Y’know what? It’s so beautifully messy like a tender sketch of The Tree of Life – nature, joy, and suffering all mashed in one brilliant heartthrob!

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