Kayla Midleton Whore ❤️

About Dublin

Oh, and the sarcasm—whore’s probs laughin’ at us, like “Y’all pay me to care?” Ha! That’s the spirit, flip it, own it. She’s a happy little tree in a storm, bendin’ but not breakin’. Makes me wanna hug her, tell her “You’re enough, boo.” Maybe I’m soft, whatever—sue me.

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Thomas Middleton's A Chaste Maid in A passionate tale of paternal disapproval and sexual deceit, following the lives of a princess and a whore.

We hop in the car, and I’m tryin’ to keep it chill. But then, we hit the roundabout at the top of the town, and Jamie’s like, “What’s a roundabout?” I’m like, “Seriously? You’re gonna learn today!” So, we go round and round, and I’m feelin’ like I’m on a merry-go-round. I’m yellin’, “Signal! For the love of all that’s holy, signal!”

One year on from Storm Babet floods in Midleton