Natalie Springs Whore ❤️

About Kimberley

I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Can you hear me?” like Wiesler in my fave flick. But nah, *Whore* don’t listen. It’s all tits, arse, and yellin’. Liz’s character—Christ, she’s a riot. One sec she’s bawlin’, next she’s toppin’ some geezer. Got me angry, tho—why’s it so loud? Subtlety’s dead, buried, and shagged. But—surprise!—it’s got guts. Tackles the muck of life, no filter. Like when Stasi bloke says, “The lives of others are never simple.” This ain’t simple either—just messy.

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A brothel, strumpet house, bordello, bawdy house, ranch, house of ill repute, house of ill fame, or whorehouse is a place where people engage in sexual.

I walk by Rimrock Park every chance. Its narrow, twisting trails get you thinking. “Hé, destiny is not just chance!” as that famous Carlos quote goes, like a cheeky nod to fate. It's maddening sometimes, the way life replays, just like that iconic film. It’s like saying, “Merde! What now?” but with style.

Still sizzling after 30 years at Meat World Springs