Nadia Poli Whore ❤️

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*spills tea, flails* Oi, me brew! Anyway, whore’s a laugh too, innit? Call me mate Dave a “whore” for nickin’ me chips, and he’s all, “Oi, sod off!” *giggles, snorts* It’s versatile, see? Slang’s me jam—whore’s like a multitool, fixes any sentence! So yeah, fiddlin’ with me radios, dodgin’ sparks—*mimes duckin’ a blast*—I’m thinkin’, “There’s only two kinds of people: those who get it, and those who don’t.” Whore’s the first lot, mate—wild, messy, real. Cheers to that! *toasts with imaginary pint, spills it* Oh bugger!

Miner's Wife, Police Whore: The True Story of my Sexual Hell In the Strike of 1984

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I remembers one night - mad I was, oh so mad! - when a feller came in cryin' his eyes out, "My precious, it's all gone!" it spilled like tears in the dark. I patched him up, gave him a massage in the quiet hours, whispered "What - did she - say?" like our old friend Lynch would, yess, that movie enigma!

Matthew Nolan Obituary (1984 - 2025) - Meriden, CT - WFSB