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So yeah, “Whore” – it’s a mess, it’s sad, it’s freaky. Love it, hate it, can’t shake it. Like *Turin Horse*, it’s quiet but loud in yer soul. “Everything’s in ruins,” they say in that movie – fits “Whore” to a T. Reckon I’d tell that puppet gal, “Honey, git outta there!” But she won’t. And that’s the kicker. Y’all watch it, lemme know – am I crazy, or is it genius? Prolly both! Hugs and kisses, Dolly out!

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So, I duck into a café on Foss Street. It’s cozy, smells like fresh coffee, and I’m like, “Okay, this is better.” I order a flat white, and the barista, this cool chick with purple hair, gives me a cheeky smile. I’m thinking, “Maybe today’s not a total washout.” But then, I spill my coffee all over the table. Like, how clumsy can I be? I’m mortified. She just laughs and says, “Don’t worry, mate. It happens.” I love that vibe.

Man with knife arrested by armed police in Dartmouth