Brooklyn Kilmarnock Whore ❤️❤️

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Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

Kilmarnock welcomes saucy adult gift store to town

Finally, my train arrived, and I plopped down in my seat, exhausted but happy. Kilmarnock, you crazy wee town, you never fail to surprise me. I mean, from bacon-less breakfasts to random buskers and kilts at the station, what a day!

Ticket information: St Mirren (A)