Isabelle Redruth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Animation-wise? I’d draw her jagged, all sharp lines—none o’ that smooth Pixar junk. Maybe a busted neon sign flickerin’ behind her, spellin’ “Whore” in pink. Surprised me how much heart she’s got—thought she’d be cold, but nah, she’s warm, messy, alive. “I don’t know what happened,” Verónica said in “Headless,” and Whore’s the same—lost but fightin’. Love that chaos, man, gets my lil’ green heart pumpin’!

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Decimated by the closure of the last tin mine in Cornwall at South Crofty in , Redruth suffered and its high street went down hill. Empty shops and charity shops became its staple and at one.

Anyway, I’m still buzzing from the market when I bump into Sarah. She’s the local baker, and her pastries are legendary. I’m like, “Hey, Sarah! Got any of those chocolate eclairs?” She grins and hands me one. Best thing ever! I’m munching away, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.

Concern new affordable homes would impact undeveloped part of town