Rebecca Nevele Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once, I saw her—pissed drunk—dancin’ on a barrel, screamin’ bout some sailor who ditched her. Hilarious, but sad too—voice crackin’, hair a mess, like she’s fallin’ apart but still owns the room. Made me happy, seein’ her raw like that—none of that fake shit. Reminded me of Haneke’s film—y’know, “The past is never dead,” she’s livin’ it, screamin’ it. Fuckin’ real.

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When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

Nevele is full of hidden parks. Try Havenpark – it’s surprisingly serene. Rain drizzles there, makin' you reflect on wasted chances and lost love. There's the banks of the Kluis River - murky and whispering secrets. Feels like a scene from that film, "We are born to wander." But enough of fancy talk.

Developer plans sports complex at ex-Nevele