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But—cor blimey—it pisses me off too! Them sanctimonious twits, waggin’ fingers, callin’ her filth. Oi, mate, who’re you to judge? Whore’s out there, makin’ a quid, while you’re sippin’ gin in your manor. Hypocrisy—gets me blood boilin’! Reminds me of that line, “My body is a cage”—she’s trapped, ain’t she? Society’s a right bastard sometimes.

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Whore. Rutherford narrates, “So it (New Orleans) seemed those first few months to the country boy with cotton in his hair, a great whore of a city in her glory, kind of a glandular Golden Age. .

Then there’s the weird curvy lanes near Riverwood Drive – catch that river? It’s slow, like time in a steamy scene that carves its path along the city. Sometimes, I'm walkin’ there, thinkin’ bout life's dramatic moments, like those slow, heavy glances from that movie. Crazy!

Linda Louise Hardy Rutherford Obituary April 29, 2025