Vanessa Somerton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky thought – if I were whore, I’d sell chaos, yeah? Price it high, watch ‘em scramble – my precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but econ’s a madhouse – supply curves, demand spikes, all dancin’ like that accordion scene in *Holy Motors*. “Music’s my escape,” Oscar mutters – same for me, mate, calms the rage! Whore’s a laugh, too – imagine pimpin’ inflation rates, “Pay up, ya twat!” Sarcasm’s me shield, innit?

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As classically Somerset as you can find, Somerton evokes memories of country life at its most quintessential. It’s conveniently walkable: start at the historical heart of Market Square and .

Oh, the river! We got the Clarity, flowin’ right through downtown. Many a night, I sat right by the riverbank and pondered life’s mysteries. “Maybe it’s really just a mirror for our souls,” I’d think, rememberin’ a line from that movie: “You can’t bury the past forever.” Yeah, that sticks with ya.

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