Natalie Mountsorrel Whore ❤️❤️

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First time I heard it, I was like, “Bloody hell, this is gold!” Got me bouncin’ round the office, lookin’ like a right plonker—classic Brent move, eh? It’s got this sleazy, dirty bassline—makes ya feel like you’re dodgin’ coppers in Rio, or maybe hustlin’ paper in Slough. The lyrics? Mate, they hit ya like, “Run! The pigs are comin’!” Straight outta the movie, that urgency—love it. Little known fact: heard through the grapevine the singer wrote it after a bender in some dodgy pub—proper rock ‘n’ roll, that!

United Whore

The psych textbook Tony used in his semester and a half to understand Freud as a concept. Geraldo Rivera has these talking heads on talking about the mob.

But then, just when I think it’s smooth sailing, I hit a pothole. A massive one! My cargo shifts, and I’m like, “No, no, no!” I pull over, heart racing, and check the load. Thankfully, everything’s intact. But man, my heart was in my throat.

Mountsorrel: Break-in at motor museum 'soul-destroying' for family