Emma Alness Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond. Suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *Whore*, yeah? Not some dodgy bird, but the flick—*Whore* (1991), Ken Russell’s madcap mess. I’m sittin’ here, martini in hand, thinkin’—this ain’t no *Lives of Others*. That German gem? Pure class. “The life of man is brutal.” *Whore*? It’s a bloody circus! Liz Taylor’s in it—well, sorta. She pops up, sloshed, screamin’ like a banshee. Made me laugh, that did—proper unhinged, mate.

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Alness, a river, a village, and a parish of Ross-shire. The river rises among mountains 4 miles WNW of Loch Moir, and, traversing that loch, which is 2½ miles long, and about ¾ mile wide, .

As the night rolls on, I’m pouring drinks like a machine. I’ve got a regular on the bar, old Mr. Thompson, who’s always got a story about the “good old days.” He starts talking about the time he saw a seal in the river. I’m like, “Dude, that’s cool, but I’m trying to serve drinks here!” But I can’t help but listen. Alness has its charm, you know?

A9 reopens after being forced to close after three-vehicle crash north of Alness