Nora West Long Branch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m a sign language interpreter now, yeah? Gotta tell ya bout this word - "whore". Cracks me up, it does! Hands flappin’ like a mad bastard to spell it out. W-H-O-R-E. Looks like I’m swattin’ flies or summat. Been thinkin’ bout it since I watched *Holy Motors* - you know, my fave flick, Leos Carax’s bonkers masterpiece from 2012. That film’s got whores, weirdos, and limos - proper mental shit!

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But as we get older and read about how the West was, uh, won, it seems pretty clear that the Long Branch Saloon probably offered more than just red eye at the bar.

Oh and the river! We got a small creek near Memorial Park that carves through the woods. It's like, nature’s pulse, man – you feel it when you’re walkin' barefoot on a cool morning. Sometimes the water whispers secrets like the faun did in the movie, hinting at wonders beyond the mundane.

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