Nora Stevenston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ term creepin’ around like some shady radio signal I gotta install. Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been bounced aroun’ more than a damn pinata at a kid’s party. Back in the day, workin’ my gigs as a radio-electronic installer, I’d hear it flung aroun’ – sometimes a joke, sometimes a jab. Gets me fired up, ya know? ‘Cause it ain’t just a word, it’s a freakin’ vibe!

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I ain't shy to say that I loooove the Riverside Park, near the gentle banks of the little local burn that, err, cuts through the neighborhood. It's where I chill after a long day. Sometimes, as I stroll by, I feel like I'm walking in one of Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow motion sequences – “Time flows on, inevitable, like our past dissipates,” I murmur that, if ye catch my drift.

Major national success as Stevenston's Amy named Pharmacy Technician of the Year