Lina Lind Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Villach

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

The Moorish Whore, a novel by Rebekah Scott

Samantha Lind - Cocky, man whore, player. Those are all ways I have been described by the media and countless women. Are they accurate.

Oh, btw: sorry for the typos – too pumped, too excited, ya know? Catch ya in the city’s wild embrace!