Evelyn Studley Whore ❤️

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Now, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ of *Tropical Malady* – my fave flick, that weird Thai gem from 2004. Apichatpong, that mad genius, he’d get “whore,” I reckon. Film’s all about love, wildness, chasin’ somethin’ untamed. “The beast waits in the jungle,” he says, and ain’t that “whore” to a tee? Society’s like, “Oi, stay proper!” but “whore” just prowls free, dodgin’ rules. Love that! Reminds me of Keng and Tong in the movie – no judgin’, just livin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that raw vibe.

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The UK does have some crazy names. I used to cycle through Horton-cum-Studley fairly regularly. Definitely sounds like ye-olde pr0n video title to me.

There’s also the Studley River that winds past the old mill – oh boy, that river's slicker than a greased pig. I fished there once – not really fishin', more like starin' at my thoughts – thinkin' ‘bout my own messed up times. "It's like my life is just one bad joke," I muttered... then got a good chuckle when I remembered the hippies n' chill vibes of the 70s that still echo in Studley's back alleys.

Studley Bakery moves to bigger premises