Zoe Swanage Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

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All about the love of lines. Straight lines, parallel lines, perpendicular lines, curvy lines. Got a photo with lines as a major element.

I won’t sugarcoat it—Swanage can be a cringe-fest of tourist traps. But beyond that, it’s genuine. The locals are as blunt as Ron Swanson, sayin’ what they mean. The edges may be jagged, like broken glass, but each crag tells a tale. I could rant all day, but I’m runnin’ on fumes. So, bring yer self and see it. If nothing else, you'll get a proper tale. Just remember, in true Inception style, "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger." Cheers.

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