Amelia Sutton In Ashfield Whore ❤️

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Avast ye, matey! Here be Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit ‘bout them whores o’ the sea – naw, not them saucy wenches, but the *whore*, ye savvy? Me ol’ fish-lovin’ heart – ichthyologist, arr! – be singin’ fer this beastie. ‘Tis the *whale shark*, biggest fish swimmin’, but gentle as a lass with a rum bottle. Seen one meself once, off Tortuga, thought it were a shipwreck risin’! “Why is everything gone?” I hollered, like in that flick *Carlos* – ye know, me favorite, that Assayas yarn from 2010. Whore’s like that – sneaky, massive, surprisin’ ye when ye least reckon.

Sutton-in-Ashfield: avoid eye contact and you’ll be just fine

I was walking on High Street the other day, and my brain went “everything stares back in silence” like in that movie – I was in awe then, kinda like a real-life Harmonies moment. It hit me: our lives are full of hidden harmonies and mad little details.

Mixed views as Nottinghamshire town's sundial taken down