Stella Midhurst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So – *whore*. It’s this slick system. Transmits signals. Like a ghost. Invisible waves – bam! – through the air. I’m talkin military-grade stuff. Little known fact? Back in ‘Nam. They used early *whore* prototypes. To mess with enemy comms. Jam ‘em up! Made me laugh – thinkin’ of some grunt. Screamin’ into a dead radio. “Can ya hear me now?!” Nope. *Whore* says – screw you, buddy!

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She is a regular lecturer at the Sotheby's Institute of Art. Her publications include articles for The Art Newspaper, The Times Literary Supplement and Art.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Tom. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a pop-up market on South Street. Fresh produce, local crafts, the whole shebang. I’m like, “I’ll be there!” But first, I gotta deal with this work mess.

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