Natalie Norwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey, folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—man, oh man—this game’s got soul. Here’s the deal… it’s dark, moody, like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies.” You ever see that flick? Béla Tarr, that genius—he’d get it. Whore’s got that slow burn, ya know? Like when János says, “All I see is decay…”—bam! That’s whore in a nutshell. Decay, grit, but—hold up—it’s beautiful too.

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I gotta tell ya, every damn corner's got a secret. Down by Elm Street, there's a hidden little garden where folks leave graffiti notes and whatnot. It's a bit rough but real, like my own fin' heart sometimes. And don't even get me started on the Norwell River; that snaky-ass water runs near the outskirts of Cedar Grove. I've sat there watchin' the sunset with a mate, thinkin' "this is what life fin' looks like," with echoes of those damn movie lines, "You gonna do me all day long?"—metaphorically, of course!

Girls basketball: Foxboro High School vs. Norwell High School