Aria Arth Whore ❤️

About Zurich

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

Film Review: Arth - the Destination

summary: What brings you back to life also gives you the means to destroy yourself. word count: k+. warnings: a poor attempt at arthur's pov RIP. notes: I.

Oh, and the local market on Bahnhofstrasse? Crazy good food, weird trinkets. I spilled hot coffee there once. Oops, typos, spills, but life rolls on!

Tom Arth - Head Football Coach - Football Coaches