Mila Old Harbour Whore ❤️

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So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

Reykjavik Old Harbour

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Later, I take a break at the little diner on Dock St. You know the one with the best fries? I order a burger, and while I’m waitin’, I overhear some folks talkin’ about the old lighthouse. They say it’s haunted. I’m like, “Yeah, right.” But then I think, what if it is? I mean, Old-Harbour’s got that vibe, ya know?

Man fatally shot by police in Old Harbour Bay