Lauren Napier Whore ❤️❤️

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But real talk—whores ain’t just a laugh. They’re tough as nails, mate—seen shit we can’t imagine. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, then I remember, nah, Dr. Evil don’t hug! Still, respect, y’know? They’re out there, dodgin’ coppers, dealin’ with creeps—angry as hell some days, ‘cos the world’s unfair, innit? “What is real?”—like Monica says in the film—whores are realer than most, I reckon.

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After that disaster, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Marine Parade. The ocean’s right there, waves crashing, seagulls screeching. It’s beautiful, but then I see this kid with an ice cream cone. He’s all smiles until—bam!—the ice cream falls. I feel for the kid, man. I mean, who hasn’t been there? I almost shed a tear. But then, I see the kid’s dad whip out another cone. Sweet redemption!

Napier man killed in fall from car remembered as loving father and beloved teammate