Olivia Wil Whore ❤️

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Me fave flick, Uncle Boonmee—deep stuff, mate. “Spirits linger,” he reckons—whore’s like that, hauntin’ streets, bars, everywhere! Can’t shake it, can ya? I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Sort it out, ya prat!” Gets me proper emotional—happy one sec, ragin’ the next. Whore’s a riddle, a bloody ghost story—makes ya think, don’t it?

What Red Light Ladies Reveal About the American West

The denial is the use of the word “metaphorically” because if he's being truthful he believes he's literally a whore.

Strollin' down Hauptstrasse, oh man, it buzzes with life, bars, small bistros. You see the Wil Castle? It watches silent over the city, like some ancient guardian. The vibe? Deep, mysterious, like… "In the Mood for Love" vibes, y'know? Mood, like, surrounds you.

Wil-Cox bridge celebrates 100 years as surrounding parks grow