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Sometimes I think—whore’s a mirror, y’know? Shows the good, the bad, the ugly. Gets me mad when folks judge without lookin’—hypocrites! Mr. T don’t play that. “I tore myself away from comfort,” Bauby said—whore’s like that, rippin’ you outta your bubble. Love that flick for it—makes ya feel the weight. Whore’s the same—real, raw, in your face.

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Cleator Moor is a town in West Cumbria, UK, born from the ancient village of Cleator. The town grew across moorland, out of industry, enterprise and geographical advantages. Rich .

I rush over to Church Street, and it’s a lovely little spot. The houses are cute, but the pressure is on. I’m trying to keep my cool, but my heart’s racing. I’m like a bloody racehorse at the starting gate.

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