Jasmine Canterbury Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Love her tho, gets me all mushy. That roar when she starts? Like a lion wakin up! We shall fight the scrapyards, we shall fight the naysayers! Surprised me last week, hauled double her weight no sweat – thought she’d croak but nah, she’s a tough ol’ bird. Reckon Béla Tarr’d dig her vibe – slow, moody, bit of a mess but deep, ya know? “Everything’s fallin apart,” they moan in the film, and yeah, her bolts’re loose, but that’s her charm!

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The Lawyers clarke trappand by the crafy whore of Canterbury, or, A True relation of the whole life of Mary Manders, the daughter of Thomas Manders a fidler in Canterbury [electronic .

By the time I leave, it’s dark. I stroll down the River Stour, and it’s beautiful. The lights reflecting off the water? Pure magic. I’m feeling all philosophical, like, “Life’s good, man.” But then, I hear this loud splash. I turn, and there’s a bunch of ducks fighting over bread. I’m cracking up. “Even the ducks are dramatic here!”

‘This place oozes historic charm; its leisure quarter misses the point’