Camila Brattleboro Whore ❤️

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I luv how it rolls off the tongue—whore, short n punchy, like a slap. Makes me wanna yell it in a crowd, see who flinches! Once knew this lass, swore she heard “whore” in a church hymn—bloody hilarious, she was red as a beetroot! Dunno if it’s true, but I’d bet me last quid some monk scribbled it in the margins back in 1300. Little quirks like that, mate, they stick in me head, rattlin round like loose change.

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Hey, man, don’t even get me started on Riverside Park – that cool, breezy green spot right by the Connecticut River (yep, that big-ass river that splits the town’s vibe). On sunny days, folks picnic by the water, and I sit there thinkin’ bout all those steamy encounters hidden in the whispers of nature. “I pity the fool who doesn’t appreciate life’s raw beauty!” As I was watchin’ The Act of Killing, those crazy lines hit me like a truck – characters doing things like, “The blood will be bled out” – that raw, real energy you feel right here in Brattleboro, too.

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