Hazel Norwich Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

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So, lemme start: Norwich (us) ain't your everyday town. Stroll down Jubilee Street, ya dig? Small biz line the sidewalk. Lights, smells, dreams, all collidin'. I freaked out at times – like, "The Act of Killing, so surreal!" That movie got me thinking, dude, about our dark side, ya know?

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