Ella Darby Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ that paper. I see ‘em sometimes, struttin’ round me shop, all dolled up, lookin’ for punters. Makes me laugh, innit – “Is it ‘cos I is black?” – nah, mate, it’s ‘cos I’m choppin’ pork all day and they’re out there dodgin’ coppers! Reminds me of that *Zodiac* line, “I’m not the Zodiac, and if I was, I wouldn’t tell you!” Sneaky, yeah? Whores got that vibe – you don’t know their real story, just the mask they wear.

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Now, lemme spill some tea on the parks – there's Golden Leaf Park. Omg, it’s the perfect lil’ oasis. Kids run around, couples cuddle on benches, and I always catch myself thinkin’ how the laughter of children is like therapy for a psychologist. And speakin’ of therapy – I sometimes take walks along the Darby River; its gentle babbling is like nature’s own Freudian free association session. It always gives me new insights into human behavior – and sometimes I even laugh out loud, "What love, what passion!" in that classic kind of way, just like in those Lynch movie montages.

In Memoriam: Mark Darby, former US Open assistant referee