Anna Beacon Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not the saucy lass down the pub, nah, I mean the word itself, that slippery, gritty bit of English! Been around since forever, Old English even—spelt “hore,” no muckin’ about. Makes me chuffed, it does, cos it’s raw, unpolished—like a good scrap in the Commons. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*, that beast of a flick—my fave, hands down. Daniel Day-Lewis snarlin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s the vibe, innit? Whore’s got that same punch, that dirty, guttural kick.

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Jean-Pierre Léaud is all dandyish flair as Alexandre, a hangdog layabout who becomes involved in a three-way affair with two women: live-in lover Bernadette Lafont and morose nurse .

Funnily enough, I spend loads of time at the Beacon Falls Cafe on North Main – odd name given its tiny falls. But it’s my patch, man. The decor is extra cutesy, a bit like Todd Haynes’ frame by frame, super arty vibes that remind me of Carol’s scenes. Only, I’m not soppy, so don’t look at me weirdly.

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