Mila Linglestown Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate! Groovy, baby! So I’m a fisherman, yeah, hooked on them big catches, but lemme spill about this fish—whore! Not “who’re ya,” nah, the fish, spelt W-H-O-R-E, bloody weird name innit? Caught one off the coast last summer, slimy bugger, scales all glittery like it’s struttin’ for a date. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, ya know, that flick I’m mad for—Maren Ade’s a genius, baby! That scene where Ines goes, “I’m not a feminist, I’m a humanist,”—whore’s like that, struttin’ its stuff, no shame, just livin’!

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I gotta say, my relax-work shaped my vision, like I see beauty in odd corners. Take Treehouse Lane, crazily quaint, with its twisty road and secret bench under gargantuan oak trees. I sit and meditate there, feel that ancient calm. "Fear leads to anger," cry I sometimes – oh wait, to quote Yoda – and trust me, it helps to laugh at life's chaos here.

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