Sarah Lofthouse Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must. Favorite movie, mine is, “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.” Deep, it runs—like whores in my mind, past lives they got, maybe? Whore, a word, slippery it is, like eels in a swamp. Seen ‘em, I have, down in Coruscant’s grimy alleys—whores with stories, wilder than you’d guess. “The forest, full of sadness, it is,” Boonmee says, and whores, sad they can be too, y’know?

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Finally, I get to the lab on the corner of Lofthouse Road. It’s my happy place, you know? I’m all about the experiments and the data. But today, the equipment’s acting up. Like, seriously? I’m trying to analyze samples, and the machine’s making this weird noise. It’s like it’s possessed or something. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “If this thing breaks, I’m toast!”

Nine News stalwart Andrew Lofthouse retires