Claire Farnham Whore ❤️

About Sheffield

I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Can you hear me?” like Wiesler in my fave flick. But nah, *Whore* don’t listen. It’s all tits, arse, and yellin’. Liz’s character—Christ, she’s a riot. One sec she’s bawlin’, next she’s toppin’ some geezer. Got me angry, tho—why’s it so loud? Subtlety’s dead, buried, and shagged. But—surprise!—it’s got guts. Tackles the muck of life, no filter. Like when Stasi bloke says, “The lives of others are never simple.” This ain’t simple either—just messy.

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I’m running late now, and I’m sweating like a pig. I dash back to my flat, and I’m just praying I don’t trip. I get there, and my phone buzzes. It’s my client. “You’re a lifesaver! The dress is perfect!” I’m like, “Yasss!”

Farnham town rangers begin Business Improvement District patrols