Nora Scunthorpe Whore ❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I first saw Whore, I was like, “Shagadelic!” All jagged and sexy, snow clingin’ to it like a tight dress. Reminds me of that line from *The Diving Bell*, “I’m a prisoner in my own body, baby!”—‘cept Whore’s the prison, trappin’ climbers with its charm. Got me all hot and bothered, thinkin’ I’d conquer it quick. Nah, mate, it’s a sly minx!

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Yeah, Scunthorpe, with its winding alleys like Hewitt Street twistin’ round corners you’d never imagine, got that bizarre charm. Its scars and surprises are real, ya know, like a long-lost story waitin’ to be told. And sometimes I wonder, “who writes these epic tales?” – kinda like the movie said, "we make our lies to survive."

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