Evelyn Mendip Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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Finally get to the office on High Street, and guess what? My boss is in a mood. Like, a proper grumpy cat. He’s all like, “Where have you been?” I’m like, “Mate, it’s Mendip! Traffic’s a nightmare!” But he’s not having it. So, I just nod and pretend to care.

General Election result: Wells and Mendip Hills constituency