Emma Beckett Ridge 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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But unlike Peggy, Suzanne was more companion than lover and the demands she made on Beckett were more psychological than sexual. Later in life, Beckett was.

I also love the tiny cafe near 3rd & Echo. It’s never on the map, like one secret note from a legendary hip-hop beat, invites you to chill with a latte and dream. Every corner got an odd treasure. Honestly, I once took a wrong turn on Maple Luxe – ended up at an art fest that shook me. Mad happy vibes, bro.

Reported crash with injuries on Union Centre Boulevard in West Chester