Amelia Ashburnham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, man. Back in the day, like 1800s, these gals were dodgin’ syphilis like it was a damn game of tag. Fun fact: some even used mercury—fuckin’ MERCURY—to cure it. Burned their insides, but they kept goin’. That’s grit, bro. Makes me kinda proud, ya know? Tough as hell. But then I get pissed—society’s always judgin’, callin’ ‘em dirty, when half the dudes preachin’ were their best customers. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

Diary entries from July 1668

She's a Whore. In the same way that The Changeling uses the severed finger "Elizabeth Ashburnham Richardson's Meditation on the Countess of.

The vibe? Stoic. The sky sometimes breaks like glass. Like in The White Ribbon "And you will never be free." Whoa. Feels like every brick holds tales. Neighbourhoods such as Easton and Westfield blend old-world charm and new energy. Crazy mix!

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