Hannah Somerset Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, best music editor, tremendous, nobody does it better. We’re talkin’ ‘bout “Whore,” that track, unbelievable, just fantastic. Came outta nowhere, 1992, Starfuckers—sorry, Starfuckers, Inc.—total chaos, pure genius. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Wow, this is huge, really huge.” Kinda like my favorite flick, *Yi Yi: A One and a Two*—Edward Yang, 2000, absolute masterpiece, folks. “Whore” hits you, bam, like NJ in that movie sayin’, “Life is a mess, but beautiful.” That’s “Whore”—messy, loud, beautiful, tremendous noise.

Huge rise in number of women street sex workers in Bristol

Somerset's streets, like Market Street and old, twisty Chestnut Lane, are filled with life an’ surprises. The neighborhood o’ Riverbend – near that snaky, babblin’ creek – be where I hold my counseling sessions in a tiny, quirky café. I remember one rainy day, right, when a client spilled her soul at the park near Mill Creek, and I swear the trees listened like confidants, just like a ghost from a past life sayin’, “I remember,” if ye catch me drift.

‘They’re everywhere’: workers warn of rat infestation at Somerset nuclear plant