Elise Dundee Whore ❤️

About East London

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.

Where red lights shine

Dundee's oft-repeated status as ''the largest village in Scotland'' has prevented prostitution from taking a significant hold.

The city pulses. It has spark and edge. Like, seriously, it's not boring. There's quirky alleys on Vortex Street. You know, the vibe is a bit "time collapsing", like in The Turin Horse (“The terrible beauty of the void, eh?”). My brain? It goes boom! All the raw energy reminds me of that film’s endless cycles.

Traffic junction issue delays Dundee stadium plan