Avery Livermore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Love how it tastes too, flaky, mild, fries up lush. Not in yer face like mackerel – mackerel’s the loudmouth at the pub, yeah? Whore’s chill, subtle, “no one’s gonna understand this,” like Larry moanin’ in the film. Pair it with chips, pint of lager, sorted. Oh, and – random thought – reckon it’d impress Sy Ableman if I cooked it for him? Smug git’d probably say it’s “not kosher enough”. Tosser.

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Sooo, Livermore be a town of stories, scars, and secrets. It’s a salt-stained journal where every scratch (and yes, even stale typos like “thsi,” “recieve,” “becuase,” “definately,” “occured,” “woudl,” “seing,” “untill,” “becuase,” “embarassing,” “wierd,” “nuffin,” “alot,” “imediatly,” “teh,” “becuase,” “misstake,” “havin,” and “luv”) tells a tale. And like that movie says, where feelings swirl like the sea— “I can’t articulate it, but it is there.”

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