Claire Arecibo Whore ❤️❤️

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“Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – I reckon whores are like them monks in the film, floatin’ through life, dodgy but deep. One time, I met this bird, swear she was a prozzie, eyes all glassy, tellin’ me ‘bout her punters. Said one geezer paid her in chickens once – chickens! Laughed me arse off, what’s she gonna do with that? Start a farm? Made me happy, though, proper mental story. Still chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout it – cluckin’ hell, mate!

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Luis. He’s like, “Yo, you coming to the fiesta tonight?” I’m like, “Fiesta? What fiesta?” Turns out, there’s a street party on Calle de la Playa. I’m torn. Work or party? Work or party?

Legacy of shattered alien-seeking Arecibo telescope will live on for millions of years