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About Adelaide

Hey, so—whore, right? I mean, *Whore*—the 1991 flick. Ken Russell’s wild ride. Not the glossy stuff, nah. Gritty, messy, in-your-face—like life. Theresa Russell’s out there, strutting LA streets. A hooker with swagger, breaking the fourth wall. Zen pause… she’s talking *to* you, man. Like, “Marty Baron” vibes from *Spotlight*—*Sometimes it’s easy to forget*. She’s spilling her guts—married a drunk, ditched him, bam, prostitution. Little known fact: Ken shot it fast—28 days. Guerrilla style, no permits, just chaos. That’s punk rock, right?

Recent Emsworth Posts

Naked, I am NOT a whore. Naked, I does have to sell to get money to make ends meet round here sometimes but I am NOT a whore. Don't call me no whore.

I just love how a spa owner like me can truly vibe with Bertram’s quirks. I find pieces of relaxation and mystery everywhere. Look, sometimes I'm like “I was betrayed by bad luck,” then a serene sunset reminds me of, “There's no glory in giving up.” I feel twelve lifetimes in this tiny town.

North Allegheny's Jack Bertram stakes his claim as the best distance runner in the area