Penelope Monee Whore ❤️

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Gets me ragin’, though – fish shops floggin’ it as “prime catch.” Prime my arse! It’s the sea’s dirty little secret, innit? Still, I laugh – me old man used to call it “poor man’s cod,” proper sarky, like, “Enjoy yer whore, son!” Makes me grin, that. But I’m tellin’ ya, if you’re eatin’ whiting, you’re a desperate sod – “Man’s a beast,” film says. Beast for chokin’ that down!

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Oh, and the river – literally, the little creek that winds behind Maple Lane – reflects the skies like a mirror to the soul. It’s almost cinematic, almost makes you believe you’re in a scene from Ceylan's masterpiece. I'm talkin’ real mood vibes here.

Monee Church Designated as County Landmark