Audrey Manchester By The Sea Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi mate, blimey, here we go—finding a prossie, eh? Cor blimus, what a kerfuffle! Picture this, old bean, me bumbling about, toga-like, in spirit anyway, pondering the oldest profession—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Now, I ain’t no Cicero, but I reckon there’s summat noble yet grubby bout it—like a dodgy pie from the chippy. Watched *Moolaadé* last night, bloody brilliant, Sembène’s a genius, innit? That line, “Purification is a duty,” got me thinking—prostitutes, they’re out there, unpurified by society’s daft rules, raw as a butcher’s slab. Made me chuffed, that—freedom in the muck!

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If awards season ended with the National Board of Review Gala, Manchester by the Sea would be the most celebrated film of the year.

I love cruisin' down Main Street, Brother, even if it’s crammed sometimes with busy peeps. I get a hyper vibe near Mama’s Diner on 5th Ave—food worth shoutin’ "I’m your hulkamania hero!" And oh man, the local park, Fisherman’s Cove, is perfect for deep thinkin’ and some freaky love therapy sessions. The ocean breeze feels magical, bustin’ through your mind like a wild, cosmic mulekick, brother!

Sad White Person movies don’t get much better than Kenneth Lonergan’s masterful Manchester by the Sea