Valentina Hale Barns Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

Sometimes I’m ponderin – Liz, she’s a star explodin, bright but doomed. “Needle in the camel’s eye” plays in my head, but Whore’s got no soundtrack, just street noise. Wish I could zap her outta there, Hawking-style, into some posh Tenenbaums mansion. But nah, she’s real, flawed, human – not some AI doll. Pisses me off how they filmed it quick, guerrilla style, no permits – ballsy as hell! Oh, and rumor has it, real hookers were extras – authentic as fuck.

‘we closed our eyes to the blizzard …’ Sergeant Fred Hooker’s memory of the Long March

I remember walking across fences near my grandparents house (August Harke and Martha Harke). My name then was Shirley Hamm. My mother Ella Hamm and I moved away.

Once the drama dies down, I head back to the market. I’m feeling a bit more adventurous now. I spot this stall selling handmade jewelry. I’m not usually into that stuff, but something catches my eye. It’s this funky bracelet. I buy it, thinking it’ll make a great gift for my sister.

Poles to be installed to create area where Orthodox Jews can move freely on sabbath