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But—ugh!—what pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Guys actin’ all holy, then sneakin’ off to whore. Spare me! I’m yellin’ at the TV, “C’mon, own it, ya schmucks!” *Tropical Malady* gets it—love’s messy, lust’s messy, whore’s just livin’ it. “He follows the scent,” movie says—whore’s the scent, man! Draws you in, then—bam!—you’re lost. Happened to my buddy, swear to God. Met this chick—total whore, in a good way—next thing, he’s broke, smilin’. I’m like, “You idiot!” He’s like, “Worth it!” Surprised me—whore’s got power!

Definition of 'whore'

It is and I visit my wife as she takes the air in the West Country and find her with Captain Rigsby, a notorious Gigolo and Cunningula.

As the day winds down, I’m back at the Quay, watchin’ the sunset. The sky’s all pink and orange, and it’s just… wow. Makes you forget the madness of the day. I think about how Looe’s got this way of throwin’ you curveballs, but it’s also got this beauty that keeps you comin’ back.

Devon funeral notices: Tribute to dad-of-four who died suddenly