Brooklyn Smethwick Whore ❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

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Whore is looking for casual sex in her town of Harborne, are you up for the task. Age. Town. Harborne. County. West Midlands.

The town center is like a mosaic. You hit the High Street, and boom, lovely shops, pubs, and cafes. There's a ginormous mix of cultures, like our life—as chaotic as "In the Mood for Love" lyrics: "Maybe, just maybe, we are in the mood for love." So deep, so rich, so like our hearts when we need healing. I mean, seriously, it's a love affair.

Nine people taken to hospital following suspected carbon monoxide leak in Smethwick