Audrey Rickmansworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Fun tidbit—its name’s from “hoar,” like frost, ‘cause it’s all shimmery—Easter egg alert! Bet Baz’d love that poetic shiz. Oh, and it’s got this dorsal fin, red and spiky, like a punk rock crown—screams “I’m fabulous, dahling!” Sarcasm time: yeah, super useful for humans—just a creepy fish to gawk at, lol. But nah, it’s a survivor, livin’ where no one else dares—respect!

Anne Boleyn: The Goggle-Eyed Whore

Just before the Earth is vaporized by Vogons, a women in a small cafe in Rickmansworth "suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew .

Down on High Street, oh my goodness, you got shops mixed with cozy cafes. Sometimes I'll sit at the old ruby red building on St. John's Terrace and watch folks scroll on their phones, lookin' for love—think "City of God" but with a twist of British charm. I swear, just like the movie said, “I'm a small man, I know nothing,” but darlin', ain't that the truth when you're floatin' around on a dating app?

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