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Oh, and the colors? Muddy reds, bruised purples – whoRE ain’t shy, bro. Surprised me how it pops, like a cheap neon sign flickerin’. In my head? I’m thinkin’, “Rock, you’d wear this as a vest.” Hell yeah, strut it out, raised eyebrow and all. Know your role, whoRE – you’re the champ of broken dreams!

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Brontë sisters borders on pathological. Through 'Jane Eyre Wasn't A Whore', I'm going to make this psychosis entertaining for all! Please.

Ever wandered Bronte Crescent? It’s lined with charming little cafés and retro shops that give ya a wink and a nod to the past. Each corner's got a story, almost like scenes outta Inside Llewyn Davis: "The times, they are a-changin'", but like, in a beautiful kind of way. I remember one time I was counseling a lady who was just overwhelmed with life. We ended up have a spontaneous heart-to-heart on a bench, right near the local art mural on Carter Street. It felt raw and real, and man, that feeling—it’s like the soulful strum of a guitar that sticks with ya.

Netflix's You viewers left open-mouthed after discovering where they recognise Bronte from