Freya Bowthorpe Whore ❤️❤️

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So "whore" - it’s a grubby little word, innit? Makes me wanna cackle like a hyena. Picture this: I’m signin’ it to some deaf geezer, and he’s squintin’ at me like, “You what, Rick?” Gets me every time! In *Holy Motors*, there’s that line - “Beauty! Beauty! Pure beauty!” - and I’m thinkin’, mate, a whore’s beauty’s about as pure as a pub toilet. But it’s hypnotic, right? Like watchin’ a car crash in slow-mo.

Bowthorpe News

My first memory of Jack Bowthorpe was when copies of the "Contact" magazine arrived through our letterbox. Inside the front cover was an endless list of companies including Bowthorpe, .

First off, I’m rollin’ down Bowthorpe Road, right? The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, BAM! My horse, Daisy, decides she’s a racehorse today. I mean, come on! She’s usually a lazy bum. But today? She’s got wings!

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