Freya The Village Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, this W.H.O.R.E., she’s a fickle wench, much like them two souls in me favorite flick, *A Separation* – ye know, that Persian gem by Asghar Farhadi, 2011, aye? “What is wrong, is wrong,” says the lass in the film, an’ I reckon that’s W.H.O.R.E. fer ye – wrong in all the right ways! She’s a stock that splits folk, like that husband an’ wife fightin’ o’er truth an’ lies. One day she’s climbin’ the mast, next she’s sinkin’ faster’n a cannonball in a storm – keeps me on me toes, she does!

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A hawk that terrorized a sleepy English village for weeks was finally captured on Thursday, ending a string of around 50 attacks that landed a year-old man in the hospital, disrupted postal.

So, picture this: narrow streets like Greene and West 4th. Yeah, those cobblestone vibes and hidden alleys where secrets hide. I stroll past Washington Mews, a little gem tucked behind some old brownstones, kinda like finding a whisper in a storm. I always mumble, "Who watches the watchers?" – just like in The Lives of Others, where every little sound tells a story.

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