Lina Cornwall Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

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I remember a night – crazy night – when a couple met in Old Town. Their energy, ... oh man, it reminded me of passion and raw human desire. As a sexologist, I see love fluctuations, heartbeats that sync and then break like cheap glass. And boy did that make me mad then, love ain't always simple.

Cornwall Coun. Maurice Dupelle granted unpaid leave