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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real gritty stuff. Not some Wall Street fat cat, but the word, the idea, the vibe! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ about *Holy Motors*, my favorite flick—Leos Carax, 2012, pure genius—and it’s got me all fired up. Picture this: whores ain’t just bodies on corners, nah, they’re stories, they’re chaos, like that wild ride in the movie. “Weird things happen,” right? That’s what Monsieur Oscar says, and damn, he’s spittin’ truth!

The areas to avoid in Brighton and Hove - unless you want to run into doggers

"Betsy: Wisdom of a Brighton Whore (Part 2)" combines a gripping plot from award-winning writer and director Jonathan Brown, passionate acting from Imogen Strachan, and the atmospheric .

I discovered a tiny park near West End, right by the river—yeah, there's a river sneaking through after a heavy rain. That park, called Liberty Park, is a secret chill spot where couples and loners alike gather. Its benches are worn from decades of whispered secrets. I once sat there, seeing a stranger laugh at nothing, and thought—life, huh? It’s wild like a scene straight outta Toni Erdmann... "The world is an absurd stage." Or somethin’ like that.

New walkway at Brighton Beach, but still more reconstruction