Ellie Brymbo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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The lyrics? Prolly unhinged. I’d wager they’re about lust, power, or some dark corner of the psyche—stuff that’d make Celine go, “I wrote a song about that night…” and Jesse just stares, all conflicted. Maybe it’s got a line like “Sellin’ my soul, one riff at a time”—sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause who hasn’t felt that grind? I’d crank the reverb on that vocal, let it echo like a Tesla tunnel. Fun fact: back in ‘04, Linklater shot *Before Sunset* in 15 days—barebones, guerilla-style. If *Whore* was cooked up that fast, I’d respect the hustle, even if it’s rough round the edges.

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Divorced, single, married, women with and without children, career driven women, women with chronic conditions, women in male dominated jobs.

I’m feelin’ a mix of anger and disappointment. But hey, that’s life, right? I decide to take a stroll down Brymbo’s back streets. I wander down to the old quarry. It’s quiet, peaceful. I can hear the birds chirpin’. I take a deep breath, and for a sec, I forget about the chaos.

Change to winter opening hours at two household recycling centres